Ukraine sounded like a cool place. Art everywhere would be so cool. Going to places like Long Beach where they had art festivals was cool enough, but he could hardly imagine living in a sort of museum all his life. He would probably be tripping all over his feet just trying to see everything and walk at the same time.

"Crisps? Sure," he laughed, and threw down the bag of chips so it would land at her side instead of throwing it down directly at her. His brothers had hit him multiple times with various objects by throwing things at him directly from the air. It was especially dangerous when one wasn't paying attention, so he'd learned. "Is that what they call it in Ireland?" he asked, wondering what other words were different in her home country.

Oliver listened to the girls talk below as he tried to remember what page he had been on in his book. He was reading a book on King Arthur and it was really interesting. At the moment, he was in love with the medieval time period, with all the horses and knights. Being in the magical world, using quills and candles, was kind of like being in that time, except without the knights and horses.

It sounded like Aoife was going to work on spells, and he remembered their attempts at Scribblifors. If only they had a fork...unfortunately, his bag of stuff did not hold a fork, and so he glanced down at them every once in a while, wanting to watch them and also do some magic himself. Thinking for a little bit, he put away his book and took out his notebook, deciding that reading was still boring and that writing would be less so. He was already having a hard time concentrating. Everything, the sky, the trees, the girls below him, were distracting.

He needed a writing utensil, so he stuck his hand back into his backpack to search for one blindly, and his hand hit a strangely shaped object. Pulling it out, he laughed. It was one of the forks from class. He had stuffed one in his bag in order to practice perfecting the spell on his own. He had thought of stealing forks from Cascade Hall as well, but had forgotten. "Hey, need a fork?" he called down to them. Apparently his backpack did have everything.