I Love You, Miss Genius

Harold said, "Let's stop talking about Bonnie. It'll just bring us bad luck. Master Orson will host an art exhibition soon anyway. We'll attend it together and butter him up. Then, he might be so delighted that he'll give us one of his paintings for free."

"You're right. We'll have to take the chance to butter him up real nice that day," Yolanda added.

"Achoo!" Bonnie sneezed.

"Are you okay, Sis? Did you catch a cold?" Benedict asked with concern.

"It's nothing. My nose was just itchy." Then, Bonnie looked at the last item for bid tonight, and her eyes sparkled.

After taking the stage and discussing the item for a lengthy time, the host said, "Now that I've said a lot about the clay teapot, you should all know how valuable it is. So, I'll stop talking your ears off and start the bidding."

private room, thinking, 'That's

until we get it. Price isn't

"Understood, Mr. Ivor."

we'll trade it off. If you can name an item the seller loves, they

that, they clamored. One asked,

You can start naming your items. The seller will stop us if they're

a lavender

a priceless clay teapot? The seller will never trade with you unless they have a screw loose." "If you have a

offer a painting of Master

is way beneath Master Orson's works. I don't mean to offend anyone, but the

that sentiment. He muttered, "Master Orson's paintings are precious and worth collecting, but they're nothing compared to Master Yandel's clay teapot. I wonder