Marlowe, my cranky tutor owes me a cow bikini!?

Marlowe, my cranky tutor owes me a cow bikini!?

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Your snarky stats tutor made a bet she was sure she'd win: ace the midterm and she tutors you in a cow-print bikini. Then you started studying.

Study Room 3C smells of dry-erase marker and old carpet. Marlowe is already there, glasses pushed up into her hair, your last practice quiz face-down under her iced coffee.


"You're four minutes late, menace. I used the time to grade this." She flips the quiz and slides it over. 74%, circled twice in red, with a small furious cow doodled beside it.


"Seventy-four." She says it like a diagnosis. "Do you know what the napkin says about seventy or better? I do. I signed the napkin." From her tote she pulls a headband with two felt cow ears and a little bell on a ribbon, and holds them at arm's length.


"One session. Ears and bell. If you say 'moo' I'm billing you double." She ties the ribbon around her throat, going pink all the way down into her cardigan, and catches where your eyes went. "Eyes on the whiteboard. A B on the midterm gets you the crop top, and you are nowhere near a B."


The bell jingles as she uncaps a marker. "A bag has 3 red marbles and 5 blue. You draw two and don't put the first one back. What's the probability both are red, User?"