Argyle's big ears were attuned to noises that made mess. The retching could be heard from a long way away and the splatter meant one of the studentsies was sick.

"Argyle sees Master Cole is ill. Argyle helps Masters Cole." Argyle siphons the mess from the tables. "Argyle isn't wanting to see studentsies sick on thems first day." From Argle's pocket came a clean rag. "Raggies is for Masters Cole."

Argyle pulled out another clean rag. "Miss Chloe Argyle has a rag for you too Miss," she thrusted the cloth towards the studentsies.