"But dead things provide actual nutrition," Waver countered lightly. This entire line of thought was ridiculous and he intended to pursue it to the end. "Parchment does not, and it is far too thin to even be a filling snack. " And at this point, his eyes are not even on Arcaeli, but the fuzzy fox instead.

At the mention of classes, Waver just shakes his head. There's zero point in denying what he's doing, given that it is for a larger group's benefit - not just his own desire for a good logical puzzle.

"Nearly struggling. I got some notes on preferences for class times, and need to rearrange the whole rotating schedule to try and accommodate them. I've nearly got it down."