"Oh, damn, that's..." Thursday waggled her fingers, and raised her eyebrows. "I don't know a lot myself, I found this stone and it was a whole ordeal, and-" she searched through the pile on her desk, clearly looking for said stone, and when she didn't find it, she turned to rummage through her empty carpet bag. "Fuck. Thought I brought it. guess not." She closed the bag again, and returned it to the floor. "Well, I only just found out about it myself, and considering how much of a bastard it was to get a stone that I left at home, I figured this class would be uh... easier. Maybe?" Notably, she didn't say why she wants to learn.

If the Pawn got a glance before the book closed, it was uncertain, but unlikely.

Thursday's entire demeanor brightened when their new acquaintance brought up their beetle drawing. They sat straighter, their eyes went wide, and one of their hands tapped a tattoo on their desk. "Oh!" They looked from their notes, which, yes, were about the other students, to the drawing of the beetle, and decided on the beetle. "Well, uhm, Tailor... I think my notes can wait!" They pulled out the paper scrap and slid it close to the Tailor. "This is a Tansy Beetle! They wouldn't really survive down here no, they eat and live around the tansy plant, and I haven't seen shit for tansy-growing down here. They're really pretty though, right? They don't actually fly all that much, their muscles degrade after their first winter, but they still keep their elytra. I kinda miss seeing 'em, you know?" They sigh, and their hand stills. "Have you seen any interesting beetles down here? Er, no, wait, that's not how conversations go. You're uhm... a tailor." Thursday pulls their pin from their hat, and begins to fidget with it. "Do you... what's it like?"

In their beetle-induced excitement, Thursday had entirely forgotten to introduce themself.