Tavi rolls his eyes, suppressing a grin as best he can. (It's not that well.)

"If you're quite finished discussing my fictional mental instability," he mock-gripes, "I have to go run some messages after lunch before my next class." He turns and starts walking towards the mess hall, not quite stalking. He's certainly trying to look like he is.

Ehren smiles a little. "Delusions of sanity," he says gravely. "If we intend to keep an eye on him, we may want to take shifts."

"I'm right here, you know."