"we are going to take lyre lessons apparently," Skye reported, glancing down at the daily planner. "Liar lessons? I don't think I need lessons in that." I told the group, watching only Skye's face crinkle into a smile. The rest stared at me blankly and then down at my book as if they wondered if I could read. "It's a joke," the Merida look alike spoke, rolling her eyes. They were the only two I could stand.