Stone's Throw

[GamesMaster]

He shakes his head, opening a loose seam in the back of his dragon to pull out a rolled-up page of scribbled notes. He offers it silently -- the concepts are in use mostly correctly, but he just can't seem to get them to mesh just right for the hardest problem. 

[Varric]

Varric looks it over, head nodding a little, then he lets out a soft whistle. "I was impressed from the start, but doubly so now that I now it's you. Coming up with all this without having gotten actual lessons on the bulk of it is really impressive, Silas." Little worried he's got a secret hiding spot (decent one too) for it though.

[GamesMaster]

Silas nods, gravely. "I didn't get it," he says, pointing to the paper. 

[Varric]

"That's okay," he assures the young boy. "I'm happy to teach you, if you want. Or, if you just want hints, we can do it that way."

[GamesMaster]

He nods, a determined look coming across his little face -- one he's seen before, when watching the kiddo try to learn to walk, or feed himself. "Yes. Teach me."

[Varric]

Varric nods gravely, careful to treat this entire thing with due dignity. "What brought this on anyway?" he asks as he fetches a slate and some chalk for them to work with.

[GamesMaster]

"Toma" (Tomas; Silas refuses to pronounce the 's' because he hates how he lisps it) "had a book."

[Varric]

"A math book, I assume? And you read it and liked it?"

[GamesMaster]

Silas bites his lower lip. "Maybe."

[Varric]

"Maybe?" How does that work?

[GamesMaster]

"Maybe was maths. Maybe not."

[Varric]

Ah. "What was it about? Or do you remember what the title was?"

[GamesMaster]

"...forgot," he lies, looking askance. 

[Varric]

"Silas..."

[GamesMaster]

Silas fidgets in his seat, squirming uncomfortably, but refuses to take the lie back.