And that would be Lily noticing that James has commandered her textbook and is flipping through it and reaching across the table -- really very quickly -- to pull it back over to her side.

Doodles?

What doodles?

Lily knows nothing of any doodles?

And certainly not any doodly scrawl-marks that are totally not variations on a theme of writing her boyfriend's name in the back of any of her textbooks.






Right.

Armadillo bile.