A Thought Experiment

And I do so know how much you like to annoy your Papa. Deal. She chuckled slightly as she rolled her eyes a little at the same time. I shall make every effort possible to now get stung by some plant and die. Now, I can't promise I won't get bit by something and not die. That is entirely out of my control, I have you know.

It was simple enough, everything was coming together in her brain. This would get her a degree finally, maybe even towards mastery, so much further than someone of her station should be able to rise. Daughter of a scullery maid, raised in kitchens. She certainly was socially climbing, but she had no desire outside of her own learning. The matter of a spouse would lie for another day, it was a fear that Rene wouldn't be able to understand -- a female of her age, even one of low birth, this far into her life with absolutely no prospects.

She had rich backers, a house hold that offered her shelter, schooling. She should be happy with all that, but life simply may not be nice to her in the future. She needed something to fall back on. What was it that made you choose numbers, after all, Rene? Why not language, or the science, you have a mind for both, numbers are truthful, I know, but.. I fear that I do not appreciate their artistry as much as you do.