That gets another grunt of protest, whether it's addressed to the crinkling paper or the smart remark is unclear. Though Yancy does take the opportunity to look around, secretly hoping for a vending machine or something, and catches sight of all the fresh-faced, queasy looking kids pouring in out of the bus.

Man. The Academy crowds just get younger every year. They're mostly teenagers. Jeez. He shakes his head a little and smiles. Looking at them, he's just glad he didn't ride in on a cramped, miserable bus this morning.

"Mmf. Think you're ready to be a roll model?"