Pudding must be Eaten with the Smallest of Spoons

She mimed zipping her lips. "Nobody will know. Or at least, no one that didn't already know." she replied. She thought for a moment, thinking of a time they could meet to practice her gift. "How does next Saturday sound?" she asked him. After a few seconds, she chuckled. "No pun intended."

He was glad that she said that she wouldn't tell anyone, though it wasn't much of a secret his missed some of his classes. He just didn't like admitting it out loud sometimes because someone might hear and say something, to actually confirm he was skipping instead of doing stuff that was important or being sick. "Saturday works for me, like I said I'm basically free anytime."

She nodded. "Then it's settled. Let's meet at the lake, at around 1-ish." Mikaela replied. She took the final bite of her apple and tossed it into the trash can from where she was sitting. It bounced on the rim of the can before actually falling in. At least she made it. She stood up. "I should be heading back to my dorm. I just remembered an essay I have to type up by tomorrow." she said. "I'll see you Saturday though."