The next morning, Ms Tutweiller woke early and met Will at breakfast. She had determined that Will was hilariously scatter-brained. She was talented at the art of a one-sided conversation.
"So last night, my roommate bursts in and starts talking to me about Zack and Cody starting another teen club," she had started eagerly once they had sat down at a vacant table, "because, apparently, they had tried doing it once at their old house. Did you know they lived in a hotel? Anyway, she comes up to me, saying I have to help her raise money so that they can do it in the ship's ballroom. And, like, this is the first time we've met, so I don't even know her name yet. But she keeps throwing these ideas my way like they're Frisbees, right?" Ms Tutweiller nodded, a disbelieving expression painted across her face. She couldn't believe someone could talk that fast.
"And then she asks me to talk to Moseby, because somehow everyone and I do mean everyone, found out about my…convenience of funds, and see if I could bribe him into letting them do it. And of course I said no at first, then I offered to talk to him about it, no money involved, and she said okay, yeah? So I went to talk to Moseby this morning, and he says if I can convince everyone to be completely silent, he'll let us hold it in the ballroom tomorrow night. So guess what?" Will reached into her pocket, not waiting for Ms Tutweiller to answer. She pulled out a small mp3 player, smiling broadly. "Silent dance party!" Ms Tutweiller sat in silence for a moment, taking in the entirety of the conversation. After a few minutes she furrowed her brow.
"What exactly is a silent dance party?" Ms Tutweiller couldn't understand how someone could throw a dance party without noise, or music.
"I read an article online about how some dance clubs were using wireless headphones, so if you saw the people in the club, you'd just see a bunch of people dancing to, literally, the music in their heads." She explained quickly, after taking a sip of her tea. "Of course, there would be talking, but talking isn't loud club music. He can't say no." Before either woman could continue, Zack approached the table. Ignoring his teacher, he faced Will.
"Hey there, sweet thing, what do you say you and I go get a smoothie later?" Ms Tutweiller was appalled at Zack's behavior, but before she had time to scold him, Will spoke.
"First of all, since this ship is technically American ground, you and I wouldn't even be legal. And second, you aren't even my type." Zack was not half as put off as Willemijn had hoped, for he sat next to the brunette.
"And what exactly is your type, honey?" Will and Ms Tutweiller both pursed their lips.
"Redheads." Zack and his teacher shared a wide-eyed glance before Will, very quickly, spoke again. "Not like that! Well, maybe, but not on her!" She ran a hand through her hair. "Not that it doesn't look good on you, because I'm sure it does, but…you get it." Zack sat still for several moments with an amused smirk on his face before his chair suddenly fell over. Will faked a shocked expression.
"Oops! Did I do that? So, so, sorry." Ms Tutweiller bit back a laugh as she watched the twin skitter off. As soon as he was out of site, she spoke.
"That was an awful thing to do, Will."
"You thought it was funny." She pointed out, popping a grape into her mouth.
"It was still really mean."
"He had it coming." Ms Tutweiller had to agree, Zack was one of his worst behaved students, and sometimes she wished she could do what her new student had just done without getting fired. Both women finished their breakfast quickly and headed to Ms Tutweiller's room to begin working.