"Well..." Doing something absolutely pointless and fun did sound fun. His essay wasn't due until next week. It would take longer to copy it out carefully but he needed to start writing a few assignments in his own hand anyway.
"Not the greenhouse!" Ernie exclaimed. Professor Sprout would never forgive him and might stop supervising his use of the dicto-quill. And keeping whatever rebellious situation Wayne could devise -- Ernie was convinced Wayne could devise plenty -- in check might be wise. Ernie knew he was only making excuses. He wanted to relax a little. In fact, it might do him good. "Er-- not the greenhouse. Let's go ... somewhere. Somewhere fun." He was in.