“Well, I hope you start a TREND among the male peasantry of this school,” Emory teased. “And breakfast is always better than shaving. I wouldn’t know, I suppose. My mother has instilled her horrible lesson to always look my BEST, even if it means, unfortunately, missing breakfast.”
“well i suppose i can be quite the TRENDSETTER.” he commented dryly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “and can i say, we ALL appreciate what your mother has instilled in you, giving us something relatively good to look at in the mornings. most of us look like we’ve rolled out of bed -- which, most times, we have.” he shrugged.









