(Every respectable lord knows how to throw a grand feast or an exciting celebration, Wrathion. Of course, here, he doesn't have anything to prove or even give away who he is. Claude can't complain. The anonymity is nice.)

You think they'd let us? (He glances back at the direction of the table where Rosemary and Maude are chittering and chattering away.) Hah! Maybe we'd get to miss a whole day.

(Of class. Wouldn't that be great?)

Ah, but I don't want to miss too much. Wouldn't want to miss out on any important lessons, you know?

(Like it or not, school is definitely a convenient place to learn about how things work here. A glance at Wrathion. What does he think about the lessons?)