"Well, I don't think they generally come in vending machines anyway."

"I heard once someone got a whole -" Pause. "How do you say 'coconut'."

"'Coconut.' Well, in that case, if you have paper I can draw a picture of one."

"I don't have any on me yet, I need to make a supply run tomorrow."

"Terrible. I don't have any paper because I'm carrying half of Nie Huaisang's supplies so he could fill up his weight allotment with pornography."

"...why."

"A bunch of people's trade goods are picked by their parents so pornography is massively undersupplied, especially since a bunch of people are trying not to have sex. He also knows how to produce moonshine. Similar logic."

"I... guess probably the richer upperclassmen have a few people who will buy his pornography. Maybe."

"People need entertainment! You can't go killing mals all day, you'll go mad."

"I think you can probably get the void to give you novels if it's in a good mood."

"Oh! I should try that. Good opportunity to practice my languages. --What's your affinity?"

"Metamagic!"

"Oh, wow, that sounds really good for an alliance."

"That's the hope, yeah. If for some reason I got into a duel it would be great for that but fortunately that is not one of the major dangers."

"I do dead things! --Not killing things," he clarifies. "Things that are already dead. Not very helpful for the Scholomance but I have some cockroaches and I'm hoping to be able to do some things with corpses once they start happening."

"Huh, I've never heard of that. Does it work on plants? Bacteria?"

"Yes, but plants don't do much even if you bring them back to life. I used to help in the garden a lot."

"Maybe you could make necromantic bacteria eat ones that are still alive. Kill infections that way. Does it work on mals? I'm planning to do experiments on agglos and I was gonna trade dead ones that weren't poisoned to the kids with the spiders but if you want the poisoned ones those are not spoken for."

"Ooh, yeah, that sounds fun."

"Cool, where do I find you if I kill an agglo with arsenic or something?"

"...good question."

"...forget your room number?"

"I... think I forgot to figure out what it was at all. It was one of the corner ones, I remember that."

"Well, that's better than nothing. Do you remember who you were near? Which stairwell?"

"A bunch of white people I think."