It was cold, and Mo was very tempted by the blankets that were available. Not for sitting, but for wrapping up into a very warm Mosef-burrito. In fact, he stared at the blankets rather too long before remembering where he was and what he was about. Both of the professor got a polite nod (even Pierson who stole girlfriends) and a small smile. "G'day, Professors. It's awfully chilly..."

But enough about the weather. Those were flying horses. HE LIKED THOSE THINGS, OKAY? Mo glanced around wildly for anyone to be excited with him. Where was Girlfriend?