"Yeah, you should definitely try things out. I'm in fencing, if you were curious."

"I'll probably check out meeting times after class."

"Yes, fine, school-sponsored fun. Now that we're done with that topic-"

"Let the poor guy eat his lunch." 

"Oh no no no, now I'm curious, spill it."

"Unless you want Lydia to arrange your social calendar for the next year, please let it go."

"I do not have objections a priori to that idea, and I want to know why that even came up more than I am wary of it."

"Oh, no, it's better this way. Otherwise, he'll pout all night, and we won't get anything done." 

She eats her lunch.

"Aw come on now you're just doing that on purpose."

"I think she had one of her ideas."

"There isn't a club for her, so she wants to make one, and she sensed weakness, so she wants your help."

"Well I do not object to this at all, it sounds fun!"

"So, what are our common interests?"

"Politics? People? Mathematics, or other sciences? Pretty people?"

"Model UN? Politics, diplomacy, and plenty of pretty people, if we do it right." 

"Oooh that sounds fun!"

"I'm gagging over here. Could you two be any more boring?"

"Eat your lunch, Jackson. You're going to need the energy for the game this weekend."

He smirks at Jackson. "I'm sure you could come up with a less boring topic if you so desired."

(He, too, occasionally eats.)

"I think I'm good for now. You two have fun." 

"Pity. You'd make a charming ad." Back to Lydia. "How does one go about creating new clubs here?"

"I haven't tried yet, but I think we just need a proposal, a faculty chaperone, and a few potential members." 

"How many is a few? Bet I could drag Stiles, and maybe you could drag Scott," he says, directing that last part to Allison.

"Maybe, yeah. I didn't know I was a potential member." 

"You can quit after we start it, then. Please, Allison, help me out. I'll owe you."