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Catherine Wolfe didn't know why she was chosen, or if she was at all. She only knew she'd been
pulled through time to help a family involved in a war she'd...
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December 20, 1477
Monteriggioni, Italy
"So, it's normal for children—even girls—to go to school for... twelve years, you said?" Ezio inquired as he munched on a piece of bread, freshly stolen from the kitchen after dinner. Beside him, Catherine also chewed on her own, snickering as she finished off the lump.
"Yup! We start from kindergarten when we're babies basically—I don't even remember how old, so like... grade zero, and then we go all through elementary to middle school to high school, which ends at twelfth grade, and then we go on to college or university where we learn about more specific subjects, which will be about what we wanna do for our future job. It's kinda like what you were doing. Sort of.
She gestured, "Your Dad was gunna teach you banking, anyways, but we don't get apprenticeships really unless you intern or something. I wouldn't be doing that even if I was back home yet, though—you generally do that in your third or fourth year of college and then graduate after the fourth. From there you can go to a higher set of schools call Graduate School and you get a higher degree, and with more schooling you can get a PhD. I was still in College trying to get the lowest degree—a Bachelor's—in geology. That's study of Earth."
His brow scrunched, "You can obtain a 'degree' in the study of the Earth? What would such a thing be used for?"
"Well," she snickered some more. "You can do a lot. You can research how the Earth's surface moves and predict what it will do, and you can figure out the history of the Earth, too. Like the world is actually billions of years old—not thousands, and wasn't made in seven days."
Ezio paused mid-chew, and stared at her, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Catherine just grinned and soon laughed.
"And here I thought you really were from the future! I see now you are just mad," he scoffed.
"Oh, but I am—and your time still has much to learn. Anyways, have I satisfied your curiosity about why I'm more intelligent than you are despite being a woman?" she winked, and he made a face.
"Perhaps if woman are all as arrogant as you?"
She jabbed a finger at him, "Hey. It's confidence, not arrogance. And technically I do have more knowledge. I bet you don't even know how to take a derivative."
"Whatever you say," he chuckled before finishing the last of his bread. He let out a deep breath of air then and laid back on the rooftop. For once, the skies were clear, so they only had to brush off yesterday's blanket. There was still more snow to come, they knew, but for tonight it was a good time to lay out and talk—with two lanterns, cloaks, and blankets, of course. It was still a little cold, but they were keeping warm and comfortable. Frankly, just talking served as a good distraction from the weather, and already they had talked for at least an hour.
