"I thought you didn't like hot dogs," I said when I dropped into the seat beside Achilles and began to unpack my lunch. I still wasn't sure I fully understood how hot dogs were made and I thought I probably didn't want to really know, but I remembered Achilles saying the fish he caught would be better.

I guessed that wasn't really the same as not liking them, after all, but it was still funny to see him with six. It made my sandwich look rather pathetic in comparison, but I took a big bite of it anyway, then leaned my elbows on the table.

"Are you going to go to class this afternoon?" I asked. Sometimes he didn't. Sometimes I didn't want to either, but I didn't want to get into trouble and I knew it would be worse because of the fights I had gotten into.