Lan cleared his throat. "Separate detentions. Someone tipped them off, 'parently." He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. "Manual cleaning stuff ... apparently that's still a favorite." He grinned before he plunked himself down into a chair, lifting a hand in a wave to Rose when he caught her eye.
He did attempt to wipe the dirt off his face before giving it up as a bad job. He was going to go have a bath in a bit, anyway. He'd get it then.