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Cassirin 
Tate perused the basket before selecting a small brown packet. "Lemon drop?" He asked it so mildly that there couldn't be any offense taken, but at the same time, it was possible that someone who didn't know Tate well wouldn't understand that he was trying to be amusing.
"Of course you're welcome to visit. If not, I wouldn't hand out my password, and I certainly wouldn't have invited you to sit. That implies staying, you know. Sitting is the act of staying with your legs bent at a ninety degree angle." Or something. Maybe something with a chair. Hard to say. "I think we're having some communication issues."
The young professor glanced back up at the Headmaster as he reached for something from the basket. Yes it was a lemon drop. This seemed like a better start.
She listened to his words and slowly her face became less blank and more pleasant and her stance became more comfortable. She cocked her head to the side as he explained his understanding of 'Sit'. He was an odd man that was very hard to read. She kept her smile on her face...communication issues...yes I think so.
She nodded her head up and down slightly..."
Yes I think you are correct I think we have some minor communication issues...I'm afraid that I overanalyzed everything and I am sorry for that..." she paused and then continued, "
I suggest that we start a new."
She stood up from her chair and held out her hand, "
Gemma Cerulean, so nice to meet you....It is a pleasure to be able to meet you Headmaster Tate...." she said with a smile. "
What would you prefer I call you? Headmaster? Tate?" she asked with her soft tone of voice...yes maybe this would be a good idea.