Beverly processed all of that came out of Professor Domingo's mouth. Well...she TRIED. Some of her sentences were understood as blah, blah, blah. Arithmancy, it just wasn't a Beverly Wayne thing, y'know? It was numbers and stuff and more numbers. BUT she'd do her best to grasp it. As a Wayne, she wasn't going to half-butt something. Even if it drove her mind to sleep. She'd survive and--

FOOD.

There was GLORIOUS food! Finishing the last bit of her notes, Beverly stood up and hurried to get the good kabobs. No meat? PFFFT. She was a carnivore, but it didn't matter. Food was food and it was all good. Taking two, the brunette went back to her seat with a PLEASED look on her face.

Whoever said food wasn't a girl's best friend was wrong.

Oh. Right. Manners. "Thank you, Professor Domingo." Beverly said this with utter politeness. What if her food got taken away for not saying the proper thing? Wait--Domingo was good, right? She didn't have to repeat all of the woman's names 'cause she didn't remember half of them. She wasn't giving her food back.