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Subhas groaned as a student climbed up on the table, in the middle of what seemed to be a dramatic monologue of some kind. His ears perked up as the boy talked about. . .women? Like the pipsqueak was some kind of expert, with all of his seventeen years. The arrogance. [i]Like I'm any kind of expert.[/i]

He shuffled over, stood on his tiptoe and gave the boy a tap on the shoulder. "Hey, duuude," he drawled his trademark phrase. "How about you get down from there? These are tables, not stages." He gave a wink to the other people at the table. "Besides, I'm not sure this is the guy you really want to go to. Not very worldly, not like your sex ed teacher Ms. Lincoln." He tapped the side of his nose. "Now why don't you pipe down and behave. It's no fun in detention, is it? Of course, when I was your age and dinosaurs roamed the earth, they used to cane us." He laughed. "I'd have loved to do detention instead of that."