The Balladeer struggles a little to reach the books - without actually moving - but manages to stop himself short of actual complaint. Fine, forget the other kid. He'll figure out their name later. It'd be rude to include them in the song anyway; they're only kids. They have to live with it their whole lives. "It's weird," he insists instead, and takes another sip of water. "There's...nothing about it that's not weird. Like...like my entire life is weird, Greta."

Honestly, that doesn't seem to require further explanation. She gets it. He chugs some more water. "I got lunch when - when the library. Trip." It's like she doesn't trust him to feed himself!

...granted, lunch was quite a few hours ago by now. But he hasn't had an appetite.