Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The lack of lecturers proved itself a quite welcome distraction, as it was combined with such intriguing fungal composition left unsupervised. The Star-Collared Scientist was not late, not really, but not really quite on time either, and yet this didn’t prevent them from poking around between the fungi, examining them one by one in quite a curious fashion and even poking the most irritable of blemmigans with their finger. Ah. It snapped. A satisfied chuckle escaped his lips, and with an almost unnoticeable flip of the wrist the blemmigan was now cupped in his hands, carried against both its wishes and anyone’s common sense towards the Scientist’s seat near the window, where it got placed down next to books and pens. Apparently unbothered by the feistiness, the Scientist rummaged a bit in the corners of their bag, before offering something to the snarling thing. The snaps quieted down, and a pen started to write… something in a corner.