"I'm looking forward to them being expelled for their conduct." He muttered in response to Summer. He paused by some doors, and turned to look at her. "I'm not particularly fond of that kind of excitement. And you know it's only going to get worse later on." Something like that, at least to Luc, seemed irreparable.<br/><br/>He did not fully hear Jarod off in the background, having just tuned everything else out; a skill he's learned from practicing with the violin, shutting out everything that was distracting and letting himself become hyper-focused; on Summer, in this case.<br/><br/>He accepted the bowl and spoon with a limp shrug of his shoulders. "Personally, I was going to just go upstairs and munch on my chocolate stash while getting situated... but sure, why not. Got any ideas of where to go?" At all points, he was speaking lowly to her, barely a whisper; and they were far enough away by now that one in the dining hall would be incredibly hard-pressed to overhear him.