Ramon stares at the omelette. 'It's a week before Christmas Random. Why are you trying to make me healthy all of a sudden?' When he seems to have stopped fidgeting about, Ramon suddenly - and hopefully disarmingly - puts his head on his stomach and looks up at him. 'Pancakes?' Said in a hopeful voice.

Then he laughs and smokes some more. 'What was it like having tutors. Wasn't it boring?'