Of course not

"Fuck!" Gracie laughed, "I hate these list questions. Nine?"

"Nine," John nodded. "Hey, you made these flashcards. And you did ask for a good one."

"I guess I did. Just remember who's picking your questions."

Gracie always bit her lip when she was thinking this hard and John always found himself mesmerized. He'd bombed several tests watching her nibble like that, but it seemed more than worth it now. She actually caught him staring this time, and blushed.

"Are you gonna make me say them in order?"

"Is Ms. Sherman gonna make us list them in order?"

"Fair enough..." Gracie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It repeats, right? Prephase, Telophase, and Anaphase happen twice, I know. It starts and ends with Interphase, because that's what cells are like in between. That's eight, right?"

John didn't answer, holding his best poker face and appreciating the way her eyebrows moved energetically as her mind worked. She raised her hands and counted off on her fingers as she gave her answer;

"Interphase I. Prephase I. Telophase I. Anaphase I..." she paused at the end of the first cycle, digging around for what comes between them. "Metaphase? Prephase II, Telophase II, Anaphase II, Interphase II."

"Okay..." John read the back of the card carefully, comparing it to Gracie's answer. "Interphase comes first, but then it's Prophase I, Metaphase I, Anaphase I, then Telophase I, and those four repeat. Good job, though; I never would've got that close off the cuff."

"Close doesn't count," Gracie sighed. "You know Ms. Sherman doesn't do partial credit. So, what'll it cost me?"

"I get to pick?"

"Why not?" she shrugged, "As long as I get to pick what you take off, too."

"Okay, then..."