"And you also never get the joke..." Henry said to himself, resuming to his earlier position of simply sitting there, with his chin resting on his knuckles. He contemplated getting more food, but decided against it for the time being. He wasn't feeling hungry, and he only ate when he was. He was about to excuse himself back to the teacher's area and socialize with the director, or maybe the current head of the science department, when another person called upon him to speak. It was the dark, thin girl who had as much food as he did. His lips curled up into a smile when she spoke.

"Well," He began, scratching his chin. "Depends on the set amount. For the average twenty piece it normally takes about 75 troy ounces. Or, 2,625$, if you dont include tax, assuming we're talking silver here." He said. "I would say the 107 piece, but I'm certain you don't care much for that." He declared, giving a smile. He actually had no idea how much it took, only how much the average silver twenty piece weighed, another thing he had learned from the cooking club. He might as well become a full on member. No harm in doing it. He decided to finally respond to Red's comment. "I dont know, but I'm glad I'm not a power instructor." He said, giving the other young man a smirk. "So," he said, leaning forward in his seat. "What is your name, and where did you come from?" He said to Lynn. He heard the high pitched squeaking of a wheelchair and immediately knew who it was. Dana, and undoubtable Theresa as well. Friends of his. He resisted the urge to get up and talk to them, see what they were doing. But he knew he couldnt do that! He was in the middle of a conversation with the slender girl. If she shut him down, he would get up and move, but until then, he would play nice. He had no reason not to. He was a dragonfly, not a social butterfly, but he would try.