Marques calls out to me from his seat. The rest of the Echos are busy writing their capital C's.
"Marques, where is your hand supposed to be?"
"Oh!" He raises his hand.
"Can you eat your necklace?"
"Ah, man! That's too bad." He looks truly disappointed for me. I wonder if he would have asked for a bite if I'd said yes.
"Back to work now, Marques."