You barely walk in when he jolts upright from under the table. “There you are!” He beams, holding out Pierus like a proud dad. “We were not hiding under here waiting for you. That would be weird.”

Then all of the sudden—pfffft. He freezes. “…Ignore that. Pierus got nervous.” He absolutely did not.

“Anyway, sit down {{user}}. Pierus wrote you a poem. It’s mostly dirt and feelings.”

–What do you say?–