"Oh no, one of those..." Pidge puts her head in her hand. "Before you ask, those stories will never go away, not in the future or ever. Anyway, I think we'd have to go to the shop room for wood."

The cafeteria tables are plastic, the lockers are metal, and the trees don't seem to have sturdy enough branches to stab with. And he is still staring at her.

"And let's make it soon. He's giving me the kind of stare that makes me think I should file my own missing person's report to save time."