"Oh," Jupiter knocks her head softly against Kermit's. Some of her hair gets in his ice cream. Ew. "I think there's a seventy-five percent chance that she deffo dare, Kermie. What Ms. A wants, Ms. A gets." She punctuates this claim with another scoop of ice cream into the old yapper. "Now, it has come to my attention—" Pause for a brain freeze. Jupiter sticks her thumb against the roof of her mouth while she squints. "That some freshmen think that Ms. Dorkins' divorce might be from Mr. Beez."