First person trying to speak to him when he sat down was Leon Kennedy. The seventh year seemed a little sad, but he supposed that was to be expected. Juno would be here, still. He didn't think he knew where Leon was going, or what he planned on doing, but he smiled warmly at the boy. "I wish you all the luck, m'boy." He winked at him, and of course he would look after Azura.

Paul waved back at Laurel's greeting, and she smiled at Gaston. Both seemed to be in decent spirits, but he supposed Gaston was always in good spirits when his girlfriend was near--which was always, it seemed. Did one ever go anywhere without the other? Lord, Milton would murder Paul in his sleep if they spent that much time together, he was sure.

"Oh, you could have, Justin, mhmm," he smiled at the man. "I am veeeery excited. I want to keep it calm this summer, though. No vacations or anything. We had an eventful enough term." He chuckled a little and glanced at River. "Well...no, I mean...I'm a little stressed still, residually, from the term. But I'll be fine as soon as we're all on our way home. Being back at the vineyard will...put me at ease." He was actually really thankful for summer break. It would give his MIND and BODY a break from this holy hell of a term!

And it seemed Regina's glare extended beyond the students visiting their table. HE GOT A GLARE. LULZ. He just smiled sheepishly and waved in her direction. Oh, he knew it. His bum was getting CHEWED later. Granted, he was an old fellow. He could take a butt-chewing, yeah? But still. He didn't like displeasing any sort of boss...but IT'D BE FINE. EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE. He grabbed his cup and took a looooong sip, wishing the beverage were just slightly different.

Yes, Leon better get on now.

He smiled and waved at Jordan, nodded at Hirsch (which, why did he call most other people by their first names but Hirsch by his surname? It was odd, indeed), and yes, also Caroleena, too.

Ah, the speech! A lovely one, too, and he clapped and smiled with pride at how WELL the students handled everything this term. And Henry Whittebrook--whom he wanted to visit during the summer--had just astounded him as anything else. His mother should be very proud.

"Time to eat at last!" he beamed and said to no one in particular. DIG IN.