There is usually a war in Pleia; this particular one is with an extended tribe of Mrynish warriors using guerilla tactics. It's one of those stupid wars where neither party is legitimately aggrieved.

(The fellow buys the tickets; the woman feels abruptly better; the candy store girl is counting her cash and laughing; the merbaby is chasing her favorite grownup gleefully.)



"I'm gonna get expelled."

"They won't expel you, in case I can't get enough CC out of my familiar. But we are absolutely in trouble."

(The leonine student absents himself.)