He gives her an awkward smile at being called out so directly. "Um, guilty as charged. I'll eventually adjust to being here, I swear." Just, you know, maybe not on week one. Week two is possible. Spencer is resilient but he's also an inflexible literalist. If he were in more dire straits, he wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse help, but it's decidedly non-dire.
Taking his seat next to her again, this time with less of an obvious personal space bubble now that they've held hands, he goes on, "If you're used to being in class, being out of it for too long will probably be boring. You might as well try something. Or a few things."
He's definitely going to need to do an array of things to keep himself busy enough to be satisfied.
Shaking her head, Lydia holds up a hand and dismisses the guilty plea. "Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've been there. It took a while for me to wrap my head around everything back home, and that was just stuff from my world. You're having to do that times every other world there is besides your own. That's a lot. I don't know if I could do it if I wasn't already used to weird," she says honestly.
She smiles a little, mostly to herself, when she notices that he puts less space between them when he sits again and Lydia takes a sip of the hot chocolate, a very small sip to keep from burning her lips in case it's hotter than anticipated. "That's sort of what I got to thinking," she confesses. "I can only read so many books before I'll need other stimulation. Besides, it's not like the classes here will matter, so if I get bored with something, I can bounce to another field of study, probably."
At least, she would think it would work that way. She's sort of banking on it so that she can hopefully get a plethora of new information before heading back home. She might not get to keep the college credits, but Lydia's hoping that they can't take the knowledge away from her.
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Taking his seat next to her again, this time with less of an obvious personal space bubble now that they've held hands, he goes on, "If you're used to being in class, being out of it for too long will probably be boring. You might as well try something. Or a few things."
He's definitely going to need to do an array of things to keep himself busy enough to be satisfied.
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She smiles a little, mostly to herself, when she notices that he puts less space between them when he sits again and Lydia takes a sip of the hot chocolate, a very small sip to keep from burning her lips in case it's hotter than anticipated. "That's sort of what I got to thinking," she confesses. "I can only read so many books before I'll need other stimulation. Besides, it's not like the classes here will matter, so if I get bored with something, I can bounce to another field of study, probably."
At least, she would think it would work that way. She's sort of banking on it so that she can hopefully get a plethora of new information before heading back home. She might not get to keep the college credits, but Lydia's hoping that they can't take the knowledge away from her.