"It remained undisturbed all those years? Interesting." Nothing from his school years remained, of course, but Caractacus had hardly expected it to. After all, he was even older than Ms. Prince's wayward gobstone. He craned his neck up at a rather uncomfortable angle to smile at her.
"Ms. Prince... why are you wearing those?" Caractacus pointed at her feet. She was quite tall enough without them. With them, he doubted that the students would be able to satisfactorily address her in any sort of meaningful fashion.
"I would be honored to take your gobstone."
He reached out a small hand and grasped the stone. A small Ms. Prince. He had never thought on the matter before, but he supposed that Ms. Prince had also once been a child. As he turned over the worn and cracked toy, he wondered idlely what sort of child she had been, and how she had changed, as they all did, upon entering adulthood.