Dill stood straight, trying to regain his dignity. "You don't have to be gay to like Oscar Wilde."
"No, but it helps." Sam headed along Low Street. "Why is it so quiet today?"
Dill watched a woman pulling up the shutters of a dress shop. "It's still early. It's not gone eight-thirty yet."
"Hasn't it?" Sam shook his head. "It feels much later. More like eleven or twelve o'clock."
"That's because we've been up hours. We got up really early today. Six o'clock or so."
"In the morning?" Sam shook his head. "That's almost before we went to sleep."
"Yeah." Dill grinned. "Wait. Is it tutorial day? I haven't brought any work with me."
"We're not going into classes." Sam paused and picked up a bottle cap from the pavement. "We're only going to the union building to make some deals." Sam pocketed the bottle cap and limped forward. "Not far now."
"I can't believe how long this is taking us to walk. Does it usually take this long?"
"Not really. We don't generally stop on the way. It's three thousand and forty three steps from our door to the door of the IT lab. We've done that already because we were larking about."
"And stopping for coffee."
"Yeah." Sam pulled the bottle cap from his pocket. "I don't even like coffee. I just felt really thirsty. Got any money left?"
"I'm still thirsty."
"Must be all the salt in that bacon you ate. I don't feel thirsty."
"But you drank the blood from that bird."