"Cafeteria's right around here, right? I still have no idea where anything is."

He slings on his bag.

"I brought a map!"

"We would be lost without you. Like, actually literally lost."

"I mean, I only didn't grab a map because I knew she had it covered. I suppose if she were abducted out of nowhere by a giant eagle I would be literally lost but also I would have bigger problems."

He snorts.

"Let's hope there aren't any giant eagles on campus. As cool as that'd be."

"One can only hope."

He nods solemnly.

"Cool. Let's see the map."

Map! Cafeteria is over there.

"I like your horns, by the way."

"--oh, hey, thanks!"

One of his hands goes up automatically to tap one.

"I love being able to just wear 'em wherever."

"Damn straight."

He laughs.

"Figuring out that nobody can actually do a fuckin' thing about it was pretty much the best thing I ever did."

"Yeah. Definitely." She takes his hand and squeezes it a little.

He squeezes back.

"I'm glad you're the kind of person who cares about weird strangers."

"You're a mutant stranger," she points out cheerfully.

"Yeah, true."

Solidarity is great, and mutants are just better in general.

"We've all gotta stick together."

"Exactly."

Time to walk!

It's beautiful outside, and many people have decided that it is therefore better than inside. Lots of frisbee games going on.

"Frisbee is so much tamer here."

"...mutant frisbee."

Those are the best two words.

"Yep!"

"Tell me more?"

"We use a heavy-duty metal disc, and there's a lot of magnetism and telekinesis thrown around--it's more competitive than normal frisbee, I think--and people with blaster effects can use those, because it's both sturdy and replaceable."

"It's too late to sneak into mutant high school, right?"

"I mean, if you really want to..."