"Now I can thank my mother-in-law for a job well done, then," Adam said, leaning back in his chair until it was on two legs. The puffskein on his shoulder squeaked at him, like it was telling him to put the chair down. He let the legs thump back to the floor and it squeaked again. There was no winning with the puff. He then leaned his elbows on the table and put his chin on his hands.
"Please, Professor Wentz, enlighten me about who broke up horribly and who has a crush on whom, if you please," he said, throwing in his most ridiculous eyelash flutter for good measure.