"Not sure." Evan admitted.

"Depends on what they were paying attention to." he said.

"Admittedly, most of them focus their attention on the known troublemakers in the school." he said further.

"But, again, depends on Darrel and such." he shrugged.

"...maybe..." he mumbled.

"I'm not so sure about the staff. Only one way to find out."

"......I am totally fine with going for a bite to eat." Evan said.

"If you'd rather scram and not go back in there, we can find a place." he said.

"There's a few places around..." he continued, looking around.

"What are you in the mood for?" he then asked him.

"I can think of places to get anything... except... like... Thai, I think."

"I know JUST the place." Evan said.

"They got burger fare and all that... and amazing shakes." he told him.

"Seriously. They're pricey, but worth it." he went on.

He then paused for a moment, and looked back at the school.

"...should tell Darrel, though. Let someone know where we're off to."

"Darrel might not be able to join us." Evan replied.

"He's kinda there to be the 'face' of the dance." he said.

"You know, he's popular, good-looking, gets hella-good grades, so the school parades him around to make them look good." he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"I can ask, though." he said further.

"He might be willing to ditch the pressure of it."

".........don't feel like you have to." Evan said.

"But I won't stop you if you do." he said further.

"That's... yeah, that's about it, actually." he added with a bit of a shrug and a smirk.

"I'll sit out here on the steps and wait for you." he told him.

"Unless you want me in there with you."

"..............." Evan was silent as he watched the griffin take off.

"Ah." he said.

"Uh... hm." he muttered.

"Right, question." he said.

"What... what is up with that?" he asked him.

"Is that... one of the statuettes you've made?" he asked further.

"And is it you that caused it to move like that?"

"That's... really friggin' cool." Evan replied.

"...wait..." he then muttered.

"You did that yourself? As in, caused it to move about and such?" he asked.

Blair nodded in response.

"............huh." Evan mumbled after a long pause.

"I didn't know you were a mage, yourself." he admitted.

"Woah." Evan said.

"That is really cool." he told him.

"...and really rare as well." he added.

"But still... yeah, super cool." he reiterated.

Meanwhile, inside, Darrel was talking with Sammy, and sighed after he'd explained what happened.

"Teach me to not think about what I say." he said to her, ending the story.

"At least he seems like he's not mad at me." he added, referring to Blair.

"His Dad?" Darrel asked.

"What happened with his Dad?" he asked further.

But before Sammy could even answer, the little griffin landed squarely on Darrel's head... not unnoticed by Sammy.

"Right, question." he then said.

"More immediate concerns, what just landed on my head?" he asked her.

"And is this something I need to be concerned about?" he asked further.

"Huh? Ask him? Who?" Darrel asked as Sammy grabbed the griffin and headed off.

"....uhhhh. Hm." he mumbled.

He then looked around and quickly followed Sammy, as they made their way out to where Blair and Evan were.

"Ohhhh, THAT'S what landed on my head." Darrel said when he caught up to them.

"A messenger, so to speak." Evan responded.

"Ahhh." Darrel replied.

"...so what's up?" he then asked them.