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Now that the summer was over, it was time to go back to school. Some of the foals that Rogue had gotten to know over the last year or two grew up, including his own siblings, but here he still was. Without his siblings to be his partner in crime or to keep him in check, Rogue found himself spending a lot of time chatting up the fillies in his class. During lunch time, the magenta hued colt was comfortably seated with 3 fillies his age who hung onto his words as he told the dramatic story of how he had rescued a cat from a tree over the summer.

As he was coming to the end his story, he dramatically pointed a foreleg into a random direction and mimicked a side hug, "and then the owner insisted on a hug goodbye." As he gestured, out of the corner or his eye he spotted another filly entering the lunchroom that he had not seen before.

Far, far away, Rogue could see the brown filly sitting all alone. There was something kind cute about the way she did her hair and Rogue pegged her as being someone with something interesting going on. Staying still, he continued to watch her from the distant while his friends around him chattered on. Over a few minutes, what seemed like a cool exterior came to look a little sad. 'Perhaps this is a damsel in need of some de-stressing,' Rogue thought to himself.

If there was one thing he really liked doing, it was swooping in and cheering up a filly. "Excuse me, I got to go check something out," Rogue smiled at his companions as he stood up from his seat. Beelining straight for the brown filly, Rogue was quickly sliding himself into a seat across from her. "Hey there miss, you wouldn't mind if I sit?"

"Great," Rogue smiled her and watched her eat her sandwich. "So, what's a filly like you doing all the way over here alone, huh? Too cool for school? I get that, I tried to bust out of class once and Miss Glory caught me sneaking out the window. I had to be in detention for a whole week. I imagine you got this place all figured out thought right?" There was hardly a pause as Rogue filled the awkward silence with chatter, trying to coax out any sentences.

"Blade Waltz?" Rogue chuckled, thinking back on their adventures in terrorizing Miss Glory a little. "Close enough. I'm glad to hear my reputation proceeds me though. I guess you know I'm Rogue Gallery, but I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of getting your name?"

Any stares that were shooting there way didn't phase him at all.

"Joy, lovely!" Rogue grinned, thinking that a happy name needed to match a happy face. He knew he had to do something to get her to smile.

At the mention of friends, he glanced back, "What? Oh, them? Naw, they are cool. They won't miss me at all, we'll just catch up later. Unless that is, if you want to come over and join them ?"

"Don't like you? Don't be absurd, they've never met you. You gotta give people the benefit of time and not let them scare you away. There's no reason for them not to like you, I mean, you got your cutie mark right? If anything, everyone should be jealous of you," Rogue quickly batted the air, as if it push any negative thought away.

When asked why he had come over, Rogue just shrugged, "You looked like you could use some company, and my mom raised me to be social, I guess." Then he leaned over and whispered, "Plus, I heard there a super secret agent in our school and maybe it's you. You fit the bill, alone and surveying the crowd, gathering intelligence on everyone. I bet that's not even a real sandwich, but jelly explosives that you had to disarm." Rogue was clearly kidding, but levity helped break any ice that Joy might feel if she thought he was taking pity on her.

"A likely story, that's just what a spy would say. What if I told you, I actually came over because I'm your contact with your next mission, if you choose to accept it," Rogue waggled his eyebrows. "Your next mission, is to finish that sandwich and then high five me!" Immediately, Rogue lifted his hoof up into the air and waited.

Huzzah! Rogue had succeed in cheering her up enough that actually seemed like Joy was having fun.

After their hooves touched, their was a brief moment of silence. A good boy? It was innocent words, but it was like she was treating him like a prized pet. The words rolled in his head. 'A good boy, huh,' Rogue mused to himself, if only she really knew. While a dashing rescuer, there was a wicked streak in Rogue where he was sure if he told her, Joy might not think he was that good. Yet still, he was pleased for that to be the perception and to his inner self, he had to admit it was little bit true. Still, the colt couldn't help but burst out laughing himself. "A good boy!" a trail of laughter followed, "if only my parents could hear you say that. You're not so bad yourself, Joy."