Thornton gleefully passed the lint roller over his robes not once. Not twice. But three times. If the Professor was concerned about lint - which was his prerogative as far as Thornton was concerned - and Thornton upheld a rather strict adherence to proper attire, then why wouldn't he be extra attentive to potential lint.

The back of his robe was a bit of a challenge, but Thornton managed. Next time, though, he resolved to ask someone for assistance.

Bounding into the classroom, he smiled. "Hi Professor," he said with a wave. The man had been so nice to him about the whole heavy bag situation. He still meant to ask him about his telescope at home, though. Perhaps after class.

Slipping into his seat, Thornton wondered about the book the man was reading. It wasn't quite a picture book for children, but it certainly didn't look like any book Thornton had ever seen...