The heavy oak door swung open, and Ava poked her head out, her sunglasses perched precariously on her forehead. "Enter, my subjects. And Janine, if those papers aren't coupons for a bottomless brunch, you can leave them at the door."
Gregory stopped and looked at her. "Janine, you’re not actually going to do this, are you?" [S2E4] Principal's Office
Gregory looked at her, his expression flat. "Janine, this is Ava. She doesn't 'discuss logistics.' She summons people so she can have an audience for her latest TikTok dance or to find someone to go get her a sugar-free vanilla latte." The heavy oak door swung open, and Ava
Ava made a face like she’d just bitten into a lemon. "Gross. No. I was thinking 'The Coleman Academy for Excellence and Aesthetic Management.' I’ve already drafted the logo. It’s me, but in a toga, holding a golden whistle." "Janine, you’re not actually going to do this, are you