While Ted headed upstairs for his solo appointment with Rebecca, Bailey and Beard headed into the manager's office. Most of the players were already there. In typical locker room fashion, the players were also all in various state of undress. Bailey kept her eyes down and followed closely behind Beard. Once inside the office, she unpacked her laptop and began to settle in for the day.

"You coming to watch Practice?" Beard asked.

"Oh…um…" She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be at practice or not. Bailey realized in that moment that among the many things Ted had discussed with her over the past few months, what her day-to-day tasks would include at her new job was not one of them.

"You know we can always use another set of eyes out there." Beard told her.

"I don't know the first thing about Soccer, Coach." She confessed to him.

"I'll teach you." He said before walking out of the office. He told the team to meet him outside in five and then abandoned the locker room all together in favor of the pitch.

Beard had been running practice for ten minutes by the time Ted had joined them from his Biscuits with the Boss. The Head Coach was surprised to see Bailey out on the field. While he certainly was not going to object to her company, it was the first time he could recall seeing her on any field. His past experiences had indicated she preferred to avoid the athletic part of the athletic department. He also conceded that he'd wanted to get Beards opinion on a situation that may or may not have involved her. Still, he was all smiles as he approached the two of them.

"Okay so number six, um, Kent." Bailey squinted to read the name off the back of his jersey. "He's a midfielder. That means he can play offense and defense, right?" She was asking Beard quietly as Ted walked over.

"And you said you didn't know anything about football!" Beard commented. He was the first to notice Ted, so he added "Coach, she's a quick study this one."

"Well, we already knew our Bailey was special." Ted nodded. She felt her cheeks go flush at their praise.

"I'm honestly helpless. I just know about midfield because that's what Anna played. I sat through a lot of dinners with her and our…moms." It felt good to say it freely to someone besides her sister for once. "Anna would go on and on about how she was sure to get scouted because she was strong at both, and midfield was the best position for her. I could probably still recite the whole speech from memory. I guess some of it sank in."

"I thought your sister played basketball and field hockey." Beard said.

"Hmm I thought it was basketball and that she rowed crew." Ted scratched his head.

"Everyone always remembers basketball because they won the championship twice. Your both right, though, In the spring it was crew. In the winter she played basketball and field hockey and, in the fall, soccer. She somehow managed to find time for ballet too. I honestly don't know when she slept or how she graduated." Bailey shrugged.

"How we lookin'?" Ted's eyes turned to the field. He watched the play the guys were running. "Look at Isaac out there! He looks like Rodin sculpture in cleats."

"Boots." Beard supplied. "They call cleats boots."

"Wait, I though they called the trunks of cars boots." Bailey questioned.

"Also, a boot." Beard agreed.

"Hold on now," Ted said. "If I get fired from my job where I'm puttin' cleats in the truck of my car…"

"You got the boot from puttin' boots in the boot." Beard nodded.

"I love that!" Ted declared joyfully before blowing his whistle. He called for the team's attention and changed up the practice drill. He was given a nearly instant opportunity to unload one of what his former colleagues would call "lassoisms" when he noticed one player, Sam Obisanya was taking his loss of ball possession to Jamie Tartt particularly hard. "Be a Goldfish" He'd advised the young Nigerian. For his part, Sam nodded once before waiting to see if Ted was going to impart anything constructive onto him. When he didn't, Sam trotted back to the field.

"You know, I think it's great, you wanting to come out here at watch practice and all." Ted told Bailey when Beard took over running the next drill with the team.

"Beard offered to teach me more about the game." She explained. "But I would like it if we could find some time to maybe sit down and discuss exactly what tasks you'd like me to perform."

If the Head Coach were anyone but Ted, Bailey would have felt ridiculous approaching them and saying, "Hi could you maybe tell me what my job is?" She assumed that at this level in someone's career, by the time they were made a personal assistant to a coach or a player, they would already know the ins and outs of what the industry required.

"Hmm." Ted's brows furrowed together, and his smile disappeared briefly. "I suppose we never really discussed that did we? I'll be honestly with you Bailey; I don't really know what a personal assistant does. Aside from scheduling appointments and getting lunches maybe? I can get my own lunch though. You don't have to worry about that. So, how's about this, you tell me what you want to do every day."

Bailey didn't know what to say to that. Her boss had basically just told her that she could do whatever she wanted all day. That couldn't have been what he meant. She must have been missing something. Even as she tried to probe Ted with more questions, he held his ground.

"I don't know how you do it Bailey, but back home you always had a way of knowing what I needed before I knew it. So, I'm trusting you to take care of whatever needs to get done. Keep me on schedule and let me know how I can help ya. We'll take it one step at a time, that sound good with you?"

"That sounds great, Ted." She agreed. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, Ted Lasso always got his way, especially from her.

"Actually, I'd like to put you on a little project before practice is over if you wouldn't mind. Maybe you can get an old boot box from our man Nat." He nodded behind himself to where Nate the Kitman was mixing up a fresh batch of powdered sports drink.

With an old boot box in hand, Bailey had been tasked by Ted to create a suggestion box for the team. There were no paints or crafting supplies to be found anywhere at Nelson Road, so she informed Ted that she'd be stepping out for a while to get some. She'd offered to pick up lunch for him and Beard, but he insisted again that he could feed himself. The supply run took about an hour round trip. Now armed with everything she need, Bailey got to work trying to create a professional looking suggestion box.

The end result wasn't nearly as horrific as it could have been. She'd done her best to mix up a shade of blue paint the same color as the team's kits. (Bailey had learned that Jerseys were called kits from Nate and that's why he was called the Kitman.) Once the shoebox was Richmond blue, she painted a thick red stripe that started on the lid of the box and ran down the sides. The red stripe was flanked by two thin yellow stripes. Also, on the lid she decided to paint the A.F.C. Richmond crest. At least my art degree isn't going to total waste. She thought as she painted a nearly perfect greyhound onto the crest. All that was left to do was cut a hole in the lid, which Bailey did carefully with a new and very sharp X-ACTO knife.