He has a mole on his chin, Open.

[Nathaniel Evans]

To whomever it may concern,

You see, I'm quite bored sitting behind you.
And this lesson on etiquette has gone on for nearly an hour now, and frankly...
I'm surprised I'm not asleep.
But, in my boredom, I flung the cap to my inkwell off my desk.
And it's landed at your feet.
So, perhaps you could pass it to me?

Nathaniel Evans

P.S - Have you seen the mole on the man's chin? It's huge!

[Lynne Oliver]

Nate,

You have no right to complain about this class.
You've never had to take it over again because
your actions show that none of it sticks in your
head. Anyway, no. I'm not giving you that
inkwell, at least not that easily. What will
I get in return?

You're the one who said you were bored,
and this should be very interesting.

Lynne

P.S. Don't be so rude, that mole
is a deadly disease.

[Nathaniel Evans]

Lynne,

I'll have you know, that this is my second year taking the course.
Albeit, it's the 'second year' course or whatever nonsense.
But, I shall complain all I want to.
Because you have to admit, we certainly have a lot to complain about.
Little forks? Grapes tongs? No, thank you.

Hmm. Not that I desperately need the cap...
Since I have no intention of taking notes.
But do you wish me to do?
I have a few small suggestions,
but your input is welcome.

Nat

Deadly disease my arse. It's hilarious is what it is.

[Lynne Oliver]

Nat,

What do I want you to do?
Well, I haven't thought about
it. My two option are either
a favor or something that
would embarrass you.

I can't really make up
my mind.

Lynne

It is a disease, and if you stare
at it too long, you'll get one too.

[Nathaniel Evans]

Lynne,

Embarass myself?
Please, I'd be glad to do something to liven up this class.
I'll shout, throw something or even pretend to go into a fit.
Not for my ink-cap, because that's of little value.
I just think it would be amusing.

Or, more so than which fork to use at which time.
Don't you think?

Nat

I'm not stupid enough to fall for that.