Evidently, they are engaging in the locker trade, and this customer is dissatisfied with his experience.

The seller of wares insists that he be paid for his work, and that the locker's location was the selling point; any reckless skateboarders who pass by are not considered in the price.

"Some of us are actually here to learn," Lydia snaps at them, when the teacher finally arrives looking flustered and blushing, and starts setting up.

Solvei refrains from commenting. (And glances at the teacher, wondering what caused the delay.)

She might note the lipstick stains on his collar, if she wants to note that.

It's probably not her business.

Otherwise, chemistry continues.

The teacher does suggest she choose a lab partner, and lucky for her there's an unpaired student!

He sits next to her on the lab bench at the teacher's urging.

"Hi. Call me Boyd."

"Hi, Boyd! I'm Solvei."

"Sure. So we should probably make this easier for us both. We split the work whenever we can and put together what we have at the end. If it's something where the tasks aren't discrete enough, we'll work something else out."

"That sounds efficient," she says. "I'm in favour."

And they do. Boyd is quiet, but seems fairly competent at high school chemistry experiments, and the two finish fairly early due to their efficiency.

Not before Lydia, who finishes first despite her partner, who isn't allowed to touch anything.

"Ooh, second place," Solvei murmurs when Lydia finishes, with half-joking disappointment. And indeed, she and Boyd are the second group to turn in their work.

"Second place," he says, with a hint of pride.

The teacher seems surprised when he sees him turning his work in so early.

Probably because he usually does it all himself.

Class ends, and Solvei gets to enjoy history.

History is fairly enjoyable!

Allison seems to enjoy it less, but she does seem very knowledable about certain things. 

Wars, hunting, and France, which come up enough on some combination or another that she manages just fine.

Much more enjoyable is gym, with Solvei!

Gym!

"So what's the status of my incipient archery education?"

"I think I can talk Coach Finstock around, just stand there and look more agile than strong. See, you're already doing it." 

She talks to their gym teacher for a while, during which time Solvei is mostly left alone. 

Mostly alone. 

There are a couple of other people she might recognize.

Hmm. Time to solicit more truffle-related opinions? Yes, she thinks so.

She approaches Stiles. "Hi! What are your thoughts on chocolate truffles?"

"I'm not a sweet guy. Scott? Chocolate truffles?"

His friend considers the question. 

"Uh, truffles are good. Are you offering, or asking? I don't know if I can make truffles. I could probably find a recipe."

"No, this is Solvei, she's just like that. Do you take requests?"

"I am going to make chocolate truffles and bring them to school to give away because bringing joy to people's lives is my favourite hobby. I definitely take requests."

"Maybe skip peanut butter, and anything else people can be allergic to from across the cafeteria. You probably already thought of that. Uh, Danny likes raspberry, and I think everyone likes caramel."

"Thanks! I'll definitely include both of those!"

"I'm Scott. I don't think we've met yet. You're Solvei?"