"I'm a little concerned about the class, Zane."
Zane looked up from their book in surprise. They were very busy planning the curricula out for the week. Their large feet, clad in bright green socks with sushi rolls stitched into the fabric, rested on the marble surface of the coffee table.
"What's wrong with it?" asked Zane, a notable twinge of concern in their voice.
"It's just...it lacks structure," I said, "like there's no organization."