Isabelle frowns at him. "But that ruins all my fun." She'd already been planning faking an emergency and dragging him out of school. She still didn't really understand why he went in the first place. She could kind of work it out if she squints, but the whole concept of mundane schooling seems pointless to Isabelle. She'd rather be learning how to stab things.

"People usually do," she counters, but she doesn't pause on the fact for long. "So what do you have planned for this date, hm?"