Okay. Time to learn some love spells, or possibly sex spells, which cure the bizarre lack of interest in sex among the freshman male population.
Della is frankly very frustrated with how her schedule turned out, this class included, but on the other hand she still isn’t dead, and she’s written down 108 new names in her notebook of friends and acquaintances since arriving, so really she’s still better off than she expected to be! Hopefully the romantic poetry being discussed will be about the courtship rituals of wheels and axles.
She rollerblades into the classroom and spins around a bit in the process of checking for mals and sits down.
"If I move it like this"-- he demonstrates-- "it creates a shield."
"Nope. Incantations. But I'm from Shanghai so we have nice things."
“I’m South African! Not from an enclave, lots of nice things regardless. What’s Shanghai like?”
"The city or the enclave? --The city is horribly polluted and the enclave has a very nice garden."
“Either way! - I knew a nice garden by my old house but I can’t imagine it was similar, you must have really different plants and landscaping tastes.”