"Why would I want to know about all that gross shit?" Wric counters with a puzzled expression matching hers before shaking his head back, and forth. He didn't care any longer. Indulging in his salad. Something that reminded him of where he come from at least in color semblance. Green. He chomped away at the lettuce, and other ingredients until there was nothing left in his bowl, and looked to the clock. There was still some time to kill before the next class. "What's our next period again..?" he wonders unaware of the schedule they made up as their was only one copy, and currently the girl was in possession of it.