"Oh ho ho ho ho!" Ooooh Ram was growing on the Summer Queen. It took Circe a moment to get back to what he was saying. "Huh? Oh the Freehold Oath?" She scoffs and drains her cola, tossing the can over her shoulder, "Shit works fine. Getting it ta not need the stone just needs a Winter ta stick around long enough ta manifest an," her left blue hand rises up to flick her crown with her index finger, "Accessory. Pretty sure I know why it stopped working." It did seem rather obvious. "Freehold Oath is made on the trading of the headpiece each season ta each Court. One court missing? Wyrd says screw you," she looks off to her left and gives the air the finger, "So we're using a rock ta say it right back ta the Wyrd."
A very Summer view. As for the idea of a class, Circe had a solution that was equally blunt in presentation. "We 'lings are like teens. Offer free food and booze is like leaving out a candy trail fer James Woods. Guaranteed ta lure 'em out," she smiles proudly. After a moment her black and red eyes widen then blink. "Of course that'd be fer after the fight training. Drunken students ain't good unless yer gonna teach up drunken master," she laughs. "Is that an actual thing or was it just a Jackie Chan movie?"
Ram will find a smirk upon Circe's face next. A kind of smarmy one, "The armor is what ya focus on and not the weapon? Eh," she waves her hand dismissively, "Whatever. More modern stuff don't slow ya down much so ya could hit up the gym ta work yer way up or something," she stands up to grab another can. Popping it open she drops back down onto the bean bag.
How does she go about not spilling the open beverage? Effectively. "Or my lil' Summer soldier ya could remember two fae modifications ta stuff. Hedgespun and Tokens. Reality takes a back seat when ya use that stuff. I've heard of boots let ya catch up ta cars, amulets that protect ya, and I once saw a maybe magical girl sword that cut through privateers like a chainsaw through butter." She drinks from her new can, "We can cheat, so we should. Kinda why I bought the littler kevlar. It fits under other stuff. Is why I don't die when I get shot. Plus," she holds up one finger with a smile, "When I finally spin up some armor I don't hafta worry about making it really good at stopping bullets. I've even made some armor buuuut," she sips again, "Ah. The material is limited supply and no offense ta ya but I'm pretty sure my ass looks better in skin tight silicon then yer's will," after a pause, "And Sonja's ass. Not Star Girl though. Her I'd put inta riot geat outta fear she'd hurt herself easily."