Hey, Megs? How hard do you think it’d be to set up some kinda weekly thing for bots who missed out on a lot of education because they never got the chance due to caste system or war?

Megatron blinks. Did something intelligent come out of Smokescreen’s mouth?

“…I believe that could be arranged. Especially with the recovery of the Hall of Records, we have material that could be dispensed. The only thing would we need to organize is where, what would be taught, and who would teach.”

It’s a present! Here- open it up! /And he’s offering a large box to Megatron. Inside, there’s a few different hats that he managed to make himself! There’s one large hats, and two tiny hats for Megatron’s eyebrows, as well as an oil cake he found a recipe for, and a formal request to spar with the other/

Well, nothing exploded, so that’s good. The helm coverings get a quizzical look, the cake seems passable… but the note draws a low laugh out of Megatron. “A gift I will make good use of. Your lessons must continue, after all.”