"Oh." Cal wasn't sure if he should be jealous or not for a moment. School back home was nice. The teachers were always friendly and brought cookies and he got to see his friends, but here, everything was different. He didn't mind going to school he supposed as it gave him an opportunity to leave the house and see faces that weren't set in a perpetual frown. Saying that he liked it and couldn't live without it, however, would go too far.
Still, it would probably nice for David to see other faces than that of the... serial killer uncle. And David was always reading books so he would probably enjoy it?
"Yeah, it's not much fun. You're... really not missing out on anything," the boy said, trying to make it sound as convincing as possible, because he didn't want his friend to feel bad. Pity that he wasn't a very good liar.
Mr Schubert fortunately chose this moment to do his 'business', giving Cal an excuse to not look at the English boy. Tying a knot into the plastic bag, he dumped it into a bin by the pavement, and grabbed the leash, his hand partially covering David's, just as the dog turned around and was ready to dash home.