"Not the bit we read today, at least! Which is all for the best, as they'd have to be...spells for equitable division of sex slaves? I liked the Odyssey a lot better."

"Do I hear correctly that someone outside New York has deliberately taken Monday morning shop?" says a weirdly unobtrusive London-accented guy who looks exactly like Tony Stark, approaching the New York table with a tray.

"Who the fuck - oh is it the smelly kid?" says Tony Stark, following after him. "I told you about the smelly kid who says he can sense mals, right? No I didn't because I'm an idiot."

"We know about him! Regrettably. He followed us down to Frank's yesterday even after we told him not to, and then Frank told him not to more forcefully and he finally stalked off, but apparently now he's put himself in Monday morning shop with us - well, not with us, he had no way to know we were in it, but he's a maleficer and I think maybe he was hoping to have some kids whose deaths won't be suspicious, so now we have to thwart him -"

"Shit. That's awkward." 

"I did not know any of this so when he bolted into my homeroom asking if anyone had Monday morning shop I said don't do that you'll die and when he said he can spot mals and then Silas said we'd got Orion in the slot I said he can show up and spot mals if he doesn't mind that Monday morning shop is a bad idea that kills you. Like, I'd already told him I have Monday morning shop and that it's a bad idea that kills you but I was kind of waffling about it due to who I am as a person, I didn't specifically tell him all of New York was gonna show up, I just reiterated that Monday morning shop is a bad idea that kills you but said he could show up and spot mals if he wanted. In conclusion, I guess I should keep up with the gossip better but also I'm wondering if this is all some kind of insane miscommunication? He didn't, like... you know, he smelled like garbage and he wanted to take Monday morning shop and I am wondering if this is the type of situation where he just has no idea how anything works and he figured it's okay to be in somebody's shop section if you ask them and they say yes? I might be being too nice."

"You're generally too nice," his mysterious duplicate contributes. "If he does show up to Monday morning shop I can keep half an eye on him, we'll have Orion to look out for mals and me to look out for maleficers. Or well-intentioned insane smelly children, either one."

"He does seem like he doesn't know how anything works. Like maybe he's additionally a murderer but murderer or not I think he's definitely an insane smelly kid."

"He wasn't even in your homeroom, though?" says Silas, frowning. "Like he came to your homeroom to ask about shop sections? Do you know why he came to you in particular?"

"I do nnnot actually remember but I think he said it was the closest homeroom he could find? He didn't look like he was looking for me specifically, he just sorta stuck his head in. Like he could've been lying but I dunno, didn't seem like it."

"Well, that could be worse." 

" - can we check. If it was actually the nearest homeroom." says Silas.

"Iiiiii'm not sure it's worth doing, like, hardcore detective work here. We can just keep an eye on him Monday?"

"I'll look into it. Hardcore detective work is my favourite hobby."

"It's not that hardcore, he was in my homeroom to start out with. I had room 1."

"Does that make it softcore detective work?"

"Tony."

Snort. "Sorry."

"But yes, from that room to Tony's is an entirely reasonable venture of 'first other homeroom I could find'."

"Well, I'll tell Frank and I bet he'll be all 'you're not paranoid enough!' but probably we'll just have to wait and see what he gets up to in Monday morning shop."