"Ah, yeah, I was a private school kid, too. Just not as international, I guess. Mostly kids from the UK, English mostly, a few Scottish, some Welsh." At his casual mention of the Scottish kids, he could almost hear Cutter's brogue in his head and he could still feel the painful memories it brought back. Times like that he missed Abby more than he could imagine. She would have understood. Hard to believe it had only been two days.
He refused to dwell, not when Ilyana was teasing about men's sizes and old lady bags and he really did need to just deal with the fact that he was stuck here. Again. "No idea what you're talking about," he joked, "I am going to look awesome with a big old carpet bag. Like Mary Poppins or something. It'll be insanely brilliant." In truth, he was horrified at the idea, but it was still something to carry things in, and it meant he wouldn't have to drop his things off in the library before they went off to inspect the carnival. Wincing, he tried to grab the one the least 'girly' looking, a blue one with no pattern. "This is so...wrong," he finally declared, throwing the pants and shirts he'd found in there without a second thought. What was he going to do, worry about wrinkles? Hardly.
"All right, one pair of shoes should be enough for now if you want to go ahead and head over to the carnival. To be honest, I'm a little creeped out thinking what we're going to find over there but..." Shrugging, Connor gave her a sort of sheepish look. "Around here, it's usually better to just face things head on. If they want you to experience something, they'll make you do it regardless."