Prometheus thought the current final was fair, but he decided to overlook Hades's sloppy wording and see the bigger picture. The main objective was to avoid being stuck in summer classes (again), and to evade the unyielding disapproval of the admins (again). If he had to dumb down his exam to do it, he will.

"Well," he said, "I have the copies of the finals Lahabrea drew up for me to use. I thought it was too easy, though, and stuffed them somewhere, but... I guess I can use those..."

Even though it caused him physical pain to use anything of Lahabrea's. It was like a subtle approval of his work, which Prometheus was deathly allergic to.

He peeked at Hades, looking hopeful, "Will that do? That'll do, right?"