This door was supposed to lead to the hall closet with the cleaning supplies, but Bella doesn't see any good way to mop up spilled soup from the kitchen floor. "Extraplanar studies students," she mutters, stomping into the bar in her nice useful boots. If she takes notes on this place she can probably get extra credit somewhere for it. She goes up to the bar, and notes the lack of bartender. Maybe they stepped out for a minute.
"Oh, cool," says Bella. "Maybe I can stretch my cash for longer than a weekend, then."
"Oh! Oh, phew, okay, I don't need to make a mad dash back to class."
"Algebra, French, Gym, History, Earth Science, Art... What kinds of classes do you have?"
"Uh, most of those, I don't know what French is and obviously we don't do Science. I'm in college now so I'm doing Basic Knife for my weapons requirement and a lot of subtle arts mostly. In high school there was more of a mix. I took an etherscaping elective, last year of it."
"I picked Basic Knife in particular because I'm not going to be doing any serious weapon work, I'm not on the skirmish team or gladiating in my spare time and I'm not a delving or combat major and I don't leave the warded paths at night, but I think the ostensible rationale is that if they're going to require us to carry weapons everywhere we go, we ought to know which end is sharp."