Sometimes Schmoe's stuttering got on Serena's nerves. But just because she wanted to know what it was that he was going to say, and the man stuttering meant she had to wait that extra second to know. It was okay. Her mum taught her to be kind...polite. It was okay.

Yeah, she was in a mood today for sure.

The bread on the table just made it worse. Serena has never been a fan of bread. Her thing is ice cream. Also...her gut kept telling her something, but she had no clue why.

The only thing that tore Serena's glare away from the bread was the crash of things falling on Schmoe.

Uhhh.........? What?

The really was THAT clumsy, wasn't he? And disorganized? Maybe he needed some Serena time. She was incredibly organized for a kid her age.

With a sigh, the little redhead stood up and went over to the pile of things. "Is your face okay?" she asked the professor. What? He has an adorable face. "Can't you just summon the box?" she added after picking up two LEGO pieces and sticking them together.