The elevator goes up two floors before they get to Iona's classroom. She leads them down the hallway and the smell of oil paints and thinners permeates the air and flows out the open windows. David Bowie music blasts from someone's MP3 player and inside the painting studio, it's a mess of canvases, palettes, and brushes.
Some of her classmates have left the classroom, but a few have stayed behind, playing on their phones or continuing their work. One of them perks up at the sight of Oren and his lunch basket.]
"The Iron Chef has arrived!"
"Oh my GOD, took him long enough!!"
"Oren, when are you gonna go out on a date with me!"
"What is it today?? Oh wow, that's a lot of toast!"
"Huh, who are you guys?? You know Iona??"
[Iona looks at Claude and Gus, encouraging them with a tilt of her head to try and speak some English. The magic's supposed to work now after all!]
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The elevator goes up two floors before they get to Iona's classroom. She leads them down the hallway and the smell of oil paints and thinners permeates the air and flows out the open windows. David Bowie music blasts from someone's MP3 player and inside the painting studio, it's a mess of canvases, palettes, and brushes.
Some of her classmates have left the classroom, but a few have stayed behind, playing on their phones or continuing their work. One of them perks up at the sight of Oren and his lunch basket.]
"The Iron Chef has arrived!"
"Oh my GOD, took him long enough!!"
"Oren, when are you gonna go out on a date with me!"
"What is it today?? Oh wow, that's a lot of toast!"
"Huh, who are you guys?? You know Iona??"
[Iona looks at Claude and Gus, encouraging them with a tilt of her head to try and speak some English. The magic's supposed to work now after all!]