https://youtu.be/8SH2tEgUo2sShe gets to the nurse, confirms that she is completely fine but gets told to take some rest anyway, and lies down, her newly acquired candy in hand.
She glares at what the nurse gave her, but pops it in her mouth anyway. Her face twists.
The neighboring cot’s curtain is drawn, and her cousin calls out, “Peppa?”
Peppa’s eyes flick over to her cousin. “Hey Izzy.”
Izumi considers her. “Something wrong?”
“No.” To emphasize the truth of her statement, she crosses her arms.
“You look like you’ve swallowed a lemon.”
“...cough drop.”
“Ay,” Izumi commiserates. She looks back down to her workbook.
Peppa sucks on the Most Meh of All Candies for a bit, before asking, “So what are you working on?”
Izumi presents the front of the material for Peppa: “Exam Prep for Semi-Smarties.”
Peppa nods, and more gratefully crunches down on her cough drop with the knowledge that there’s always a worser candy. “How did things go with your parents?”
Izumi finishes a problem, then looks up. “My parents?”
Twirling a finger, Peppa continues, “Coach gave them a call, on account of all the PE skipping.”
“Oh.” She furrows her brow. “That does explain some things…”
Now turned onto her front and kicking her legs in the air, Peppa asks, “What happen?”
“They told me they were proud of me for getting my priorities straight.”
“...whaaaa?” Peppa tilts her head. “Why?”
Izumi shrugs. “They said I was already good on PE, and my studies were top priority.”
“Hm… isn’t it required though?”
“Nah, they talked with the principal, and I got a slip to stay in here during PE.”
“How did they pull that off?”
“Mamá brought up how I was being given unfair treatment because I’m a foreigner, and Papito backed that up by saying they had a thing against the offspring of two different races.”
"Oh wow." Peppa thinks on her own status as a Mt. Paozu native, and as half a space monkey. "And that argument works?"
Izumi shifts her eyes. "Our royal status probably did the heavy lifting."
“So if I’m hearing you right,” Peppa says, taking a deep breath, “When our Coach F got inquisitive over your sick leave and sent Aunty and Uncle a missive, notifying them of the situation, instead of remediating this deviation with their princess then, your parents give you their permission to skip an elective that was a prerequisite if only because they appreciated this show of initiative in giving your studying precedence over being physically active, hence they convinced the principal to issue a slip permitting your absence ever since with their respective accusations that you were getting discriminated against for your Frypanish heritage and exemplifying a hybrid interspecies combination of human and alien forming the continuation of your nation’s royal lineage?”
