The mutants would not eat Pete.

Franklin grabbed his own sandwich and took a bite. "Dolemeck, I thought the other cake was for you! Don't let me steal your hard work away from you." Though he had to admit that cake looked pretty good. But too many of those, and he was going to ruin his figure, and that'd make Katie mad.

He wondered if Doc Samson had any time these days. Pete had a lot of serious issues to work at.

"I doubt you're too worried about it right now, Pete, but you got an A on the paper you submitted before you went away. Good work."