"Kevin."

"Lucy. And this is Wilbur. I'm six-thirty-B."

"How're we supposed to tell who's close to who, am I gonna end up going together with my neighbors - Fuck, got a spare water bottle, Kev?"

"I do! Unfortunately, I'm not a charity, I've got it just as hard in here as you do, gimmie the gum pack."

Wendy shrugs and hands it over, receiving a thin plastic sports bottle in return.

"So how's this work Lucy, you have scissors? Can we trade rooms, are the rooms, like, magic shielded-"

"We have scissors. You can't swap rooms. You can poach, but you have to kill the other kid in a particularly unpleasant way, it's taboo even here. The rooms are...they're a lot better than nothing, but you want to check every nook and cranny regularly." She accepts the thread scissors from Wilbur again. 

"Knife first, I take it. Well go on, let's get the world's worst haircut over with..."