“I’d say that the answer… is number one!”
A few curious gazes turned towards the entrance of the classroom, where in sauntered a lanky urchin, a backpack thrown over one shoulder and a cap sitting angled on his head. “Hate to crash the party,” he said with a wave, “Oh, hey, Caligo! Haven’t seen you in a bit. Summer gone well?”
"You're later than me today, Mr. Echin," she said, no that surprised by his entrance, considering his track record.
“Sorry,” he grinned, pulling out a crumbled piece of blue paper from his pockets, “Had a little snafu with the scheduling kid. Didn’t even know I was in this class until just a few minutes ago. But hey, if it makes ya feel any better,” - and he gave the paper a little flick - “I gotta note. So we’re fresh, yeah?”
Without so much as an explanation, he threw the paper into Ms. Caligo’s hands, tossed his backpack on the floor in front of him, and flopped into an empty seat. “Actually, gonna be honest, I just heard people shoutin’ numbers.” He replied, adjusting his cap. “So, number one. Am I right, or am I right?”