Che's face lit up at the questions, happy to be talking to anyone other than his brother about literally anything else.

"Right! Dana, right? That's actually a very good question. So, Mary's probably going to give you a bunch of jargon about personal space and generally treat you all like you're half your age, but It'll more or less amount to you all getting the choice yourselves. I mean, all of your stuff has been moved to individual rooms and those will be your own for the year, but, as you all hopefully know, the Academy was converted from an old luxury hotel, so the rooms are kind of large, and staying the night in someone else's room is allowed." Che pauses his monologue to lean in, a more serious look in his eyes, "Look. You're all adults, we know that, you know that. I know you'll all have a trip or two to the bars, that's fine, be responsible, but please..." He seems at a loss for words for a moment, "...look, just...j-just remember that we DO have clinic, and they're obliged to give you contraceptives, no questions asked--"

James, who was trying to hide his laughter finds he can no longer contain it, and busts out in a loud guffaw. Che turns back to him with an embarrassed anger in his eyes, "SHUT UP!"

"Why? Look at these [i]nacos,[/i] bro. I say maaaaaaybe..." He points to Max with a drunken finger, "This one gets laid. I bet my left ass check the rest of them probably don't even get buzzed. They'll probably spend most of their time solving the mysteries of the island or some shit."

Che tilted his head, anger leaving his face being replaced by confusion, "What?"

"You know, real Scooby Doo stuff-- Stop talking to me, hermano, Jesus, what kind of counselor are you?"

Che was annoyed, but James was right, he returned his attention to the other questions, "You guys got it, we're pretty small, but I'll be damned if there isn't plenty to do. Touristy or not, you could probably spend a year just trying to go to every arcade, store, and beach. And there are pretty much always some local festivals or something going on, I think the businesses get tax breaks or something for having them... and, uh, there's certainly no shortage of... "interesting" people here." Looking up, he could see the green and fog of Puerto Libre approaching. "So, when we get there, just follow me, the Academy is pretty much right next to, so we'll get you there, Mary will yell at you in french for an hour, we'll get you checked in with the concierge, and then, you'll have the next few days to yourselves to get settled in. Any last minute questions?"