"Oh, did you go? They treat you like little kids but they let you fight Behemoth?"

"Everyone went. No one's a kid when it comes to Behemoth."

Nod. He tucks up his wings and goes off to his room to get his book.

His room has been cleaned and tidied up. His book is waiting for him.

Then he will sit down and read and make models to test his understanding (and toggle Allspeak to learn some Portuguese) until someone comes to get him.

After a few hours there's a knock.

"Come in!"

A timid-looking girl, no older than fifteen if that, opens the door. "H-hi. I was told to, um, get you for lunch."

"...does everyone eat lunch together?"

"Yeah."

"Okaaaaaay." Book away. "I'm Epic, nice to meet you."

"I'm Golden Jewel," she says, opening the door a little bit further to let him through.

"What'd'you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have powers, right?"

"Oh, right. I can do this," she says, and her whole body and clothes turn golden like she's a living, breathing statue made of pure gold. "I get stronger and more resistant and lots of things just reflect off me."

"Cool!" 

She returns to being made of not-gold. "How about you?"

"I can make stuff. Want anything?"

"...w-what kind of thing?"

"Most kinds of things, so far."

"Oh. I—don't really want anything."

"Okay." Maitimos would know what to say. He does not. He goes to lunch.

The teenager from earlier is there, as well as another boy looking to be about seventeen years old. There are four other adult heroes, and the doors are guarded by people in security uniforms.

And food?