[Gamma is leaning against the desk with his arms folded (his favorite teaching position), eyeing the messily stacked papers sitting on his desk as if they were a pile of cockroaches. He has no idea what to do with them beyond giving an 'A' if the student seems to pick up the concept that they shouldn't mess with magic items, and an 'F' if they just don't seem to get it. He should really see about getting a teaching assistant, he hates paperwork with a fiery passion.]

[When Imelda enters, he pushes away from the desk with a sunny smile, striding briskly forward to take the bulky box from her arms.]

You must be Imelda! No need for formalities, just 'Gamma' is fine.

[Three bouquets and nothing for Hector. He'd feel bad for him, but Hector sure as Hec didn't send anything to her, so that's his friend's own fault.]

You're sending out a lot of these. Hope they showed their gratitude in return.