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Roch started to eat, seeming to recover with each bite. "Man, I thought that too, but do you KNOW how horrible those songs are? They're insidious, man, and I do NOT use that word lightly. They sneak into your mind and kill brain cells and by the time the second one is over you're drooling--and not just over the ghouls dancing."

In other words, one was still stuck in his head. "Maybe I should get some earplugs."

"Do NOT mention that fact to either of them. EVER," he said, looking terrified by the very idea. "And if both of us are there we might wind up having to sing boil band songs, thanks to Hel. Jack, that's a scary thought."

He didn't even KNOW boil band songs and it still scared him. "But this definitely rules out inviting Freya to a karaoke party. Next thing you knew, everyone would be threatening suicide."

"If it's anything like their music training, I think people would be better off not going," Roch drawled, having finished off his stew. "Jack that's good stuff," he said. "I'm going to have to find out what else she makes. Maybe she's got some snackage I could bum off of her for my trip," he said, thinking about Hel. "Cuz obviously I can't go to Xiu..."

Maybe Taryn, though? Some cupcakes would be great for a train ride! He would have to ask her after he passed his exam. It was a bit late now.

"Or post it on groanspring," Roch agreed. "I'll do that after I pass my exam, do two things in one spam message," he decided. "The whole, 'yay, I'm a knob, now I'm skippin' out for a bit' message. People will go 'yay you're a knob, have a good trip' and it'll be over and done with."

Roch, so romantic about going up a grade. "You passed yours already, right?" he said. "What was it like?"

"Dude, that's awesome," Roch said, grinning now. Just a few minutes with Mot cheered him right back up. THAT was what was really awesome. "Man, I'm gonna miss you on this vacation," he admitted. "I'd invite you over, but seriously, I think it's better if people DON'T know exactly where I am. Not that many people would look me up, but still."

Roch shrugged. "Nah, I'll just text you," he said with a shrug. "Don't worry about it, bandit, I grew up there. I'll have plenty of stuff to do. Some pals to meet up with, some learning to do. I've just been learning by ear lately, I'm bettin' Bones will kill me. Besides, I understand the parent problem. Trust me."

Roch grinned shamelessly. "Yeah, but most of my pals back home howl at the moon, even if they aren't werewolves," he said. "They're more like... big brothers. The guys that helped raise me and stuff. Not many pals my own age," he admitted. "Too many afternoons spent--"

Then he shook his head. "Yeah, never mind about that." He looked around. "You were packing, huh? I should probably let you do that. I feel better now. Thanks."