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Monsters in Academia: A Who’s Who of Tenured Monster Faculty including Waylan Yarrow, Bastian Williams, Ifetayo Musa, Samantha Smith, and Jorie Nguyen.

Saturday June 22nd 12:00-2:00 p.m.

Lunch served in The Oak Room. Dietary restrictions pass required.

Saturday June 22nd 2:00 p.m.

Blessed Be the Peacemakers: The Role of Human Religion in Upholding the Monster Treaty with Harvard anthropologist Eugenie Ethridge

Saturday June 22nd 2:00 p.m.

Don’t Say the M Word: How to Talk to Humans About Magic with the leading Fae folklorist, Andrea Chapman, paired with human/monster psychologist Henrietta Sanchez.

The list was endless. Every time slot had six to ten different panels of varying topics for monsters.

“This is…exhausting,” Kierse admitted as she continued to flip through the pages.

“Yes. Everyone who is going is required to speak. It’s the bipartisan contribution, blah, blah,” Graves grumbled.

“You’respeaking?”

He glanced up at her. “On Sunday.”

“We’ll have the cauldron before that.”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

She flipped through the pages until she found the list for Sunday. She almost missed it twice because there was no name associated with it.

Sunday, June 23rd 8:00 a.m.

Monsters Not Magic: A Comprehensive Look at the Myth and Lie of the Motto featuring a surprise guest, a renowned Monster Treaty specialist.

“You got your name removed?” Kierse asked.

“Idid,” Walter said with a grin.

“Worth his weight at least,” Graves said.

“Eight in the morning,” she said with a snort. “They should have known you’d never agree to that.”

Gen snorted. “Facts.”

Kierse went back to where she’d left off. She already had more questions than she could keep in her head all at once. Amberdash would be there, which made sense. He wouldn’t be able to avoid being included in something like this. A Fae folklorist sounded like someone Kierse should corner in a bathroom for information. The dietary restrictions card had her worried. She knew what monsters ate—who they ate—and what that card must look like. She doubted it was just gluten free.

“Oh,” Graves said softly.

“What’s oh?” Kierse asked.

“I might have found your way in.”

Kierse peered over his shoulder and saw that his finger was pointing toward the Friday night entertainment. “A welcome reception benefit for the arts?”

“That’s where the Curator is going to be showcasing his collection.”

“How is that going to get me inside?”

He pointed at the next line: “Including the cast of New Amsterdam Theatre’s Aerial Garden reproduction ofA Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

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