Omorka's Lair

There's a small cluster of kids who sit in the breezeway that connects the West building (where the floater's office is) to the North building (where most of my B-day classrooms, and, more importantly, the elevator are) every morning. I have accidentally hit them with my little rolling cart a couple of times. I'm detouring around a girl sitting right in the path from one door to the other when I hear "No, dude, they're going to lock Kyo up on confinement when he graduates."

I look to my left, where a young man is holding a copy of Furuba #8 (I think; It was hard to read the number with his hand in the way, and I could only see the spine), and, as I'm hauling the door open, say, "no, I don't think so."

The girl sitting on the ground rolls her eyes and huffs, "Miss, it's only a book." I glance in her direction and respond "I know, hon." Then I return to the guy with the manga and follow up with "I think Tohru will figure out how to fix it, don't you?"

His first expression communicates something along the lines of "I cannot believe those words just came out of this woman's mouth." Then he breaks into a huge grin. As I pull my cart through the door, the girl on the floor shouts "Holy crap! You read this stuff?" While I'm tempted to respond "well, yes, but I prefer the anime," instead I flash her the peace-sign-as-OK-marker, smile, and haul my roller cart on down the hallway.