"So you're doing all the Boston freshman shifts?" Bella asks, as she and Kevin collect mops and dustcloths and sponges and buckets from the closet nearest the classrooms they're going to clean. There are a bunch of eggs behind the buckets, which she steps on out of general principle rather than because they're threatening. "Is that just for now or indefinitely?"
"Huh, really? I will probably often be happy to pay two snack tokens, they happen every week and I don't care for gambling."
The upperclassmen say it's a better gamble when you can average over a bunch of them; getting something inedible feels less painful when you can try again but getting something good is no less good. And of course he can always resell them. "Fair enough. Warning that rates will go up around midterms and finals and any time I'm swamped for some other reason."
"Mostly just curious if I had the right person, but your science is cool. If we find any agglos today do you want me to grab 'em?"
"I don't have a place to put them yet! I guess I could just put some in my room and hope they like it there and are still present when the container's done. I'm not even positive where I'll put it yet, Toronto drove a harder bargain than I expected for the use of their suicide's and I'm not sure if I want to put them in mine or in the other dead girl's."