"Presents? Is this late birthday or early Christmas?" Helios said without taking his eyes off his new vest, instantly enamored. "I wouldn't want a professor confiscating this fine piece of craftsmanship." Which was all the excuse he needed to put it on under his school robes right away. Scratch body armor off the Christmas list. But he still wants a flying pony. What?

Though he enjoyed the company, (and the food) something seemed to be bothering the boy with the solar mane. Something he wanted to ask about, but thought it to be morbid dinner conversation.