"Ah, yeah... I kind of just got roped into working the table," Toivo said, scratching the back of his head. He slouched a little, wanting to shrink into nothing. Were there even any seniors on the basketball team? Toivo couldn't remember. There were so few people as it was... "I don't think being a senior is a requirement to work the tables. It's mostly just whatever poor sap they can get to sit behind here while everyone else gets to look around the club fair."

He wasn't bitter. Naw.