As far as teachers went, he was no Hattie Honeybutter, but Ronstadt figured that anyone who taught math for magic had to be a little cracked. And Sho hadn't quite reached the level of his dispatch boss, yet.
He got up and shuffled up to the board. "Okay. So ..." He blew out a slow breath. He knew there were memories in his mind that had been locked away, knowledge he wasn't aware of. Maybe complex math was in there somewhere. Okay, HeadVox, he thought, gimme a hand.
"It don't work like dat, mon," his magical shoulder-Rasta chided him - but cheerfully, at least. "But for what it be worth ... maybe look at it from Side B, ya? Tings ain't always what dey look like."
Ronstadt heaved a deep sigh, trying to make sense of what he was supposed to do. The only memories he knew he could count on were - well. Not much. He combed through them all: Nana's ice cream shop. The road to L.A. And then it hit him: taking cash on that janky old register at the occult bookshop. Doing sums on paper bags. Something about-
"KNEW you could figure it out, brudda."
Slowly, Ronstadt picked up the eraser and began using the corner to carefully erase the zeroes from any number near a plus sign, replacing it with a small tally in the bottom corner. He didn't know what half of it was, but he could do what he knew.
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He got up and shuffled up to the board. "Okay. So ..." He blew out a slow breath. He knew there were memories in his mind that had been locked away, knowledge he wasn't aware of. Maybe complex math was in there somewhere. Okay, HeadVox, he thought, gimme a hand.
"It don't work like dat, mon," his magical shoulder-Rasta chided him - but cheerfully, at least. "But for what it be worth ... maybe look at it from Side B, ya? Tings ain't always what dey look like."
Ronstadt heaved a deep sigh, trying to make sense of what he was supposed to do. The only memories he knew he could count on were - well. Not much. He combed through them all: Nana's ice cream shop. The road to L.A. And then it hit him: taking cash on that janky old register at the occult bookshop. Doing sums on paper bags. Something about-
"KNEW you could figure it out, brudda."
Slowly, Ronstadt picked up the eraser and began using the corner to carefully erase the zeroes from any number near a plus sign, replacing it with a small tally in the bottom corner. He didn't know what half of it was, but he could do what he knew.