The face Lawrence was making (blank and professional, a terrifying kind of dismissal) indicated that whatever Lawrence thought about Lincoln Douglas, it wasn't that theoretical debate was the highest form of thought experiment. "Desired impression?" Leroy asked, unable to stop smiling as he sorted through his backpack for a suitably large marker to make a sign on a piece of paper to attract attention. There was something hilarious about this, a high-schooler who wanted to wear a tie. Wasn't there all of life for the rest of that? "What grade are you in again?"