Ken grinned at Lydia in welcome before he twisted his face into a dramatic scowl. "My leg is asleep," he said. "It's all this education, definitely. It slows the bloodflow. I'm surprised more kids don't turn up dead in forgotten corners of the library, blood congealed in their veins, a copy of Irrelevant Battles of the Fifteenth Century clutched to their chests."
Putting his textbook aside, he crossed his arms behind his head, perfectly happy to leave off his revising for as long as Lydia wanted to sit here and chat with him. She was good company.