Pete smiled slightly at his grade. At least his school work didn't suffer. Or his school work that didn't apply to being a mutant. "Thank you, Mr. Richards."

He opened the bag of chips and poured some out next to his plate. Then he ate all his food like he hadn't eaten since he disappeared. Or it was a typical case of teenage boy hunger.

"There's Topher. Around somewhere," he pointed out quietly. Though Topher was completely inured to the whole being a mutant. Pete scratched his eyebrow. "I don't make my schedules."