John shrugged inwardly, following Z's lead and walked behind his desk, banishing his lunch dishes. Class was about to start, but he had a couple of minutes to get the classroom in order before the other, less-prompt students started filing in to their seats. He didn't try to make any more conversation with the girl, and had to suppress the idea of making this the most boring and repetitive lesson he possibly could. He would let her come to a decision on her own, because really it didn't matter either way what she decided.