Anything?
"I'll do anything!" Those three little words seem to ominously hover in the air. Too late, Apple realized that that was quite easily the stupidest thing she could have ever said to her future archenemy. She had presented him with a golden opportunity on a silver platter.
And Rotbart knew it.
"Aaannnything?" He said slyly.
Apple gulped. She couldn't really take it back; she really was that desperate. At this point, dealing with Rotbart's crap was preferable to dealing with bitchy ballerina crap. Especially if it made said bitchy ballerinas get off her case.
"Yes." Apple said. Once again, she felt like she was making a deal with the devil.
For a minute, Rotbart was silent. Apple could practically hear the gears in his twisted mind grinding. And no doubt calculating the best way to make her pay dearly for his assistance.
"Fine." Rotbart said. "I'll tutor you. But I'll need something in return..."
"Uh-Huh..." Apple responded.
"Three somethings actually." Rotbart clarified.
Apple had to keep herself from groaning aloud. "What ARE they?" She asked.
"Number One: When it comes to the dance lessons themselves, you will have to do EXACTLY as I tell you."
"Okay..." That seemed fairly reasonable to Apple.
"Number Two: I'll need you to help me sort out MY half of my room..."
"You mean clean for you?!"
"Yes."
Apple did NOT like the idea of being Rotbart's maid. But she supposed he could have for asked far worse; she could think of it as practice for taking care of her seven dwarfs and she could always enlist some help from her animal friends.
"What's the third thing?" She asked.
"I want you to teach me how to cook."