[All sound in the room stops for a few seconds. It is the stillness of being caught with your hand in the metaphorical cookie jar. Then Luke clears his throat a little.]
Um, sure, Professor. The door's open and all.
[And he is crouching on the floor trying to dustpan up all the dirt from a potted plant. Which he should not be doing.]
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Um, sure, Professor. The door's open and all.
[And he is crouching on the floor trying to dustpan up all the dirt from a potted plant. Which he should not be doing.]