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Damn that guy.

Take away all my magic for eating
one stupid slice of one stupid tart.

Like, the pettiness of it all
is just psychotic.

Is that so?

Would you care to elaborate?

Housewarden.

If you would like to register a complaint,
I'm all ears.

Oh! Hey there, Riddle!
He said that your prettiness is iconic!

Cater, if you don't wish to lose
your tongue as well as your head,

you would do well to stop your blabbering.

We wouldn't want that. My bad.

Pardoned already
for nearly destroying the Queen's statue.

Our headmage is far too lenient.

It is truly a baffling decision.

Why lead our academy
down a path of such destruction?

Infractions of this order
must be punished.

Violators should have
their heads taken without question.

I hate hearing such freaky stuff
outta that baby face.

I beg your pardon?

Uh…

Can I help you?

I considered removing this collar
if you showed any remorse whatsoever.

But unfortunately,

that doesn't appear to be the case.

-So I'm afraid I must leave it for now.
-What?

You can't cause a ruckus
like you did yesterday

if you can't use magic, can you?

Oh, you needn't worry.

Most of the first year curriculum
is lectures rather than practical magic.

Now, that's enough chitchat.

Stop wasting time
and go prepare for your next class.

As Queen of Hearts Rule 271
clearly states,

"One shall leave the table within
15 minutes of completing their lunch."

You wouldn't disregard the rules,
would you, now?

Power-tripping pretty boy.

I want a "Yes, house warden."

Yes, house warden!

That wasn't hard.

It'll be fine.
I'll be here to keep an eye on them.

Trey, don't make this into a habit.

You've been far too lenient
with the first-year students.

You're the vice house warden.

You would do well to act like it.

Now then, I'm afraid I must excuse myself
to the school store

in accordance with
Queen of Hearts Rule Number 339:

"Should one partake
in a post-meal beverage,

it shall be lemon tea
with two sugar cubes."

I've let two minutes
slip away already.

Be sure you all excuse yourselves
within the next 13.

What's his problem?

Honestly. To run entirely out
of sugar cubes so soon? Insufferable.

So, how do you like the new flavor?

It's great.
I love milk tea after a meal.

-Our afternoon classes are so boring.
-Yeah, but let's go.

No way, we got time.
We can hang till the last minute.

What do they all think this academy
and its House rules are even for?

What's our next class?

Trey and the headmage
are both far too tolerant.

So I shall have to take matters
into my own hands.

There will be no further infractions.

A MEALTIME CHAT

That was scary.

That kid's got a real nasty attitude.

Hey. Don't be rude.

Did the house warden leave?

I just realized I was breaking
Queen of Hearts Rule 186:

"One shall never eat hamburger
on a Tuesday."

I was terrified he would see me.

I wish he could at least eat
what we wanted to.

Tell me about it. I agree with that guy.

The rules shouldn't be more important
than the students' well-being.

He's only doing his duty
as the house warden.

Riddle was assigned his position less
than a week after entering the academy.

He's very strict and he may speak harshly,

but it's out of a desire
to make things better for the House.

He's not a bad guy.

But a good guy wouldn't go around

slapping collars on people
all willy-nilly-like.

No, but in your case,
I think it was justifiable.

Say what?
How dare my lackey talk back to me?

Guess I better go get that tart slice.

Actually, you should know
that Riddle has this kooky thing

about always wanting to cut
the very first piece of a whole cake.

So he's not gonna forgive you
if you only bring him a slice.

Seriously? I'm a broke college kid,
I can't buy a whole one.

You could make him one!

That's what Trey did.
The strawberry ones were from scratch.

Trey did that? Like, with his hands?
Those look like they were made by a pro.

Thanks.

Well, hey, buddy!

Would you mind if I use your baking stuff?

And, uh, if you could also teach me
how to use it, that'd be cool too.

It'll be fun.

Making something would definitely be
cheaper than buying it.

I can help if you need someone
in charge of taste-testing.

Well, I was planning
on making another tart anyway.

Really?

Uh-huh. But my services
aren't available for free, you know.

What?

You're gonna make me pay?

Don't worry.
I won't take money from my juniors.

Riddle said he's been craving
a chestnut tart,

so lets make him one.

You could help
by collecting the chestnuts.

That sounds equally annoying.

But, sure.
So how many are you trying to get?

Let me think…

Taking the unbirthday party
into consideration…

Hmm. Maybe 200 or 300.

Huh?

Oh, that's a lot.

I'll also need your help peeling,
cooking and pureeing them.

I think that's a perfectly fair trade.

Okay. So, where do they keep
the chestnut trees?

Maybe we should split up to look.
Do you guys wanna cover the back half?

Got it.

I've never seen
any of these plants before.

Hey, Minion! Come take a look at this!
There's a bunch of fruit over here!

Oh, they smell amazing!

Having a little sample couldn't hurt…

That's exactly
what Ace got in trouble for.

We're only here
to look for chestnuts, okay?

Stingy sourpuss.

Come on.
We haven't checked this section yet.

Maybe we'll find them in here.

-Ouch.
-Hmm?

-Did you say something?
-No. It wasn't me.

-Hey.
-Hmm?

You've got some guts,

walking away from me
like nothing happened.

I was having myself
a nice little cat nap back there

until some idiot stomped on my tail.

And now I'm pissed.

Yikers, this guy looks like trouble.

I wasn't looking. I'm sorry.

Aren't you…

Right. You're that herbivore
from orientation who can't use magic.

Hmm.

Wow.

You weren't joking.
I really don't smell any magic.

I try not to make a habit of preying
on the defenseless,

so, generally, you'd be safe,

but I can't stand idly by
after you've stepped on my tail.

Wouldn't you agree?

Hey, Yu? Let's go. This guy
is making all my fur stand on end.

Well, it was an accident. Forgive me.

You don't get it. I don't play nice.

And being forced to wake up
from such a good nap

has put me in a pretty bad mood.

Perhaps in exchange, I'll take a tooth.

Leona.

Huh?

Hey. Knew I'd find you here.
You gotta quit skipping your classes.

Like, you're already repeating a year.

If you get held back again, we'll be
in the same grade. You don't want that.

Must you be such a nag, Ruggie?

This isn't my favorite thing either,
you know.

Hmm? Ah.

He gets a little violent when he wakes up,
so maybe keep your distance.

Now come on. Let's go.

-Go! Move your tail.
-Fine, whatever.

Oh, and the next time you herbivores
want to enter my territory,

you better be prepared.

Well, that was nerve-wracking.

He really is just like a human lion.

-Hey, guys.
-Huh?

We found where the chestnuts are.

Oh, right. I totally forgot
what we were supposed to be doing here.

Yeah. Let's go grab 'em.

Wow!

That's a really nice haul, gentlemen.

With this many chestnuts,
you can make a humongous tart.

Well, getting these things prepped
is also going to be a group effort.

You ready?

Okay. Cool.

Welcome to Chestnut Tarts 101.
We'll begin with the paste.

Step one. Boil the chestnuts.

Step two. Let them cool slightly,
and then begin peeling.

Step three.

Add the peeled chestnuts, milk and sugar
into a pot and boil down the mixture.

That smells so dang good.

Step four.
Press the boiled mixture through a sieve.

After this, we can add the butter.

And finally, our secret ingredient
is a little oyster sauce.

Sorry. Oyster sauce?

Here. I use
the Walrus-brand Young Oyster Sauce.

The umami of the oysters complements
the chestnut paste for depth of flavor.

All the great pâtissiers use this.

Is this not gonna make the saltiest tart?

Possibly, but people put chocolate in
their curry, right? So maybe it'll work?

I was joking.
I'd never put that in a tart.

Not cool! We believed you!

You'd have realized how dumb it was
if you just thought about it.

That was a real dirty trick outta someone
who acts like such a nice guy!

Yeah. Sorry.

Now we'll add the fresh cream and…

I guess I didn't realize
how much chestnut paste we made.

I don't think
I have enough cream for this.

I can go get some more.
Do they have it at the school store?

Yeah. And, actually,
as long as you're going,

would you mind grabbing me
a few other things too?

Okay.

Uh, I need four cartons of milk,
four cartons of eggs, some aluminum tins,

maybe five cans of fruit cocktail,
and three jars of jam, please.

I don't think I can carry
all that by myself.

-I can come with you.
-You gotta take me with you too.

The great Grim
should not be made to mix flour.

Uh, hello?

Nobody's here.
Taking a break maybe?

Uh, are we even sure
we came to the right place?

You know,
it's honestly kind of hard to say.

Hey!

Welcome, one and all,
to Mr. Sam's Mystery Shop.

And what might I be able to
help you with today, my little imps?

Charms and curses? Mummified remains?

Or how about a deck of tarot cards for ya?

Everything you could want is in stock now!

I guess he runs the place.

Did he say "mummified remains"?

-Uh…
-Hmm?

We just need a hand
with the things on our list.

Ooh. Looks like we're trying
to indulge a little sweet tooth today.

Shabam! In stock now!

That was crazy fast.

Now can I interest you in a flying saucer

to help you carry
all this heavy load back home?

This precious little mini size right here

is a steal
at a whopping 30% off today only.

Yeah, give it! It looks so fun...

No, thanks. We're good.

I thought that was
a really interesting shop.

Yeah, I wanted to stay
and look around in there some more.

You sure the cans aren't
too heavy for you? Wanna trade?

No, I'm all right. I've had a lot
of practice with heavy shopping bags.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

My mother always stocks up
whenever there's a sale on,

so we wind up with super-full bags.

And I'm the only man in my family,

so, naturally,
I do all the heavy lifting for her.

Sorry, I don't mean to over share.

It's okay. You really love your mom.

-I mean… Yeah, but not like…
-Hey, wait up.

-I just wanna make sure she gets...
-Fat chance.

No, the eggs.

Hey, watch where you're going, kid.
That really hurt, you know.

I'm pretty sure you're the one
who ran into me, actually.

What's that?
You're saying this is all my fault?

I am. Please pay us back for the eggs. And
apologize to the chicken that made them.

Buddy, why you getting all uppity?
They're just eggs.

What?

Look. They ain't touched the ground,
you can eat 'em.

I just saved you the trouble
of cracking 'em yourself.

Don't you dare laugh
about something like this!

Oh, boy. He flipped the switch again.

It's not up to you to decide
the value of those eggs, you little brat.

They were going to get baked
into a delicious tart

instead of becoming chicks.
Does that mean nothing to you?

So if you're not gonna pay us back for 'em

then I'll just have to
take it out in punches.

Who do you think you're talking to?

-You wanna go, then let's go!
-Not good.

Yeah? Careful what you wish for!

By the time I'm done with you, you'll
never even wanna look at another egg.

Deuce, cut it out!
Do you want to get expelled?

-Hey, let's beat it!
-Sorry, Mrs. Chicken!

Crap.

No, not again.

I swore that I wouldn't…

I swore that I was gonna be
an honor student this time.

Wait. This time?

I was pretty wild kid
in middle school.

I hung out with a bad crowd,
bleached my hair.

We skipped class most of the time.

I talked back to my teachers
and called them names.

And I started a lot of fights.

Got into some back-alley brawl
every other day.

And when I wasn't doing that,

I'd go racing down mountain roads
on my Magic Wheel.

I showed off my magic to guys
who couldn't even use it.

Stuff like that. I was a total punk.

But one night, I overheard my mom
talking on the phone with my grandma.

She was crying, asking
where she went wrong in raising me.

Or if it was wrong of her
to try and raise me on her own.

But she didn't do anything wrong.

It wasn't her fault. It was all me.

So when I got into this school,
she was so thrilled.

For me. For us.

I swore on that day
that I'd never make her cry again.

I'd be an honor student
she could be proud of.

And yet… Darn it!

Yeah, okay, but being an honor student
doesn't mean holding everything in.

Huh?

You're not a bad guy
for having a reaction.

Even I wanted to punch those guys
a few more times.

Okay. It may have been them who started it
this time, but fighting's still wrong.

Sorry…

…you already knew that, didn't you?

That getting into fights
won't solve your problems.

Everyone experiences setbacks, Deuce.
It doesn't mean you're a failure.

Not when you can channel
the regret you feel right now

into motivation for the future.
Just take it one step at a time.

Okay? Don't give up.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I just hope the chicks
will be able to rest in peace.

-And, uh…
-Huh?

Those eggs weren't fertilized.

-They were never gonna hatch.
-Huh?

I'm so hungry I could eat an elephant.

Then let's get going.

Huh?

You've got to be kidding me!

And now to finish it off, we'll pop
some Marron glacé right here on top.

And all finished.

All finished.

What have I believed
all 16 years of my life?

Hey, like, is he okay?
Did something happen to him?

-Sort of. Fowl experience.
-Chicken.

Hey, gang. Everyone working hard?

Matter of fact, we've just finished.

Wow. That looks good.
Let me get a snap for Magicam.

And here we are.

Time to enjoy the fruits of your labor.
These are for you.

Delish. Thank you for the treat.

Splitting the spoils without doing
the work, you planned this.

Hmm?

Mmm. Mmm.

Wow. This is great.

Okay!

This tastes like it came
from a high-end bakery.

It's so good.

-Mmm.
-I'm gonna move in with Trey's family.

This is super yummy.

Oh, hey, Trey.

-Show 'em the thing.
-What thing?

Oh, of course.

Okay. Everyone tell me your favorite food.

Cherry pie and burgers.

I think canned tuna is my favorite.

But I also like cheese omelets.
Oh, and grilled meats. And pudding.

If I have to pick one,
I guess omelet rice.

I think I'll go with grilled lamb
with diablo sauce today.

I like grilled fish with rice and soup.

Got it. Ready and…

Paint the Roses.

Now take another bite
and tell me what you think.

It tastes exactly like cherry pie.

Mine tastes like canned tuna.

Mom's omelet rice.

It really does taste like grilled fish.

And that would be Trey's signature spell.

I keep telling him he could really charm
the ladies if he used it during tea time.

Magic that can change
something's flavor. Amazing.

Well, sort of. Technically,
it overwrites characteristics.

I can also do color and scent.

It isn't permanent though,
so it'll wear off on its own over time.

That's why I named it that way.

It's like I'm "painting over"
the real thing.

A never-ending canned tuna buffet
isn't just a dream anymore.

Your cool spell is way better than
anything that annoying Riddle can do.

No, this is child's play compared to him.

He's on a totally different level.
I can't touch him.

That was so good.

All right,
let's go back to our dorms.

Tomorrow is the unbirthday party,
so don't be late.

Time for me to get this dumb collar off
once and for all.

Just you wait, house warden.

Hey, so, Yu, I still can't go home,
so, uh, can I crash with you again?

Don't take advantage, Ace.

You know you're being an imposition.

Yeah. That's right.

If you're staying over again,
then pay the fee. Ten cans of tuna.

No! I don't wanna sleep on the streets!

You can stay over. I promise it's fine.

It's kinda cute

that all the first-years ended up
having a little sleepover, isn't it?

Well, Deuce is only there
to police Ace.

-Think they need a senior chaperone?
-You're not going, no.

Oh, boo.

Trey. Cater.

Hey, guys. What happened?

Trey, please, you have to help.

We were drinking lemonade with honey
when the house warden walked in.

And the next thing we knew…

He took your heads for breaking the rules.

256, I believe.

It's pretty clear,
"There will be no drinking

of honey-sweetened lemonade
after 8:00 p.m."

We didn't know. I swear.

We're not even allowed
to eat and drink what we want.

How are we supposed to remember
all these stupid rules?

Riddle's taking all of this way too far.

Please. Help us!

It's too much. I don't think
I can live like this any longer.

I want to transfer to another House.

Hey, it'll be okay. I'll go talk
to the house warden right now.

You guys should go back to your rooms.

Fine. I'll go make the Queen
a cup of tea, then.

Maybe it will lift Her Highness's mood.

Great. Thanks, Cater.

Oh, and make sure
it's herbal tea and not black.

You know what Rule 153 says.
We can only drink certain teas after dark.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

I am truly baffled
by the audacity of these fools.

What do they take the rules for?

So anyway, I'll be crashing here again
for another night.

No problem. You too, Deuce?

Yeah, but only because I don't trust him

to behave himself
if I leave him here alone.

You can say that again.

Like you're one to talk.

We need to get up bright and early
for the unbirthday party tomorrow,

so let's get to sleep.

-Sounds good. Ni...
-I'm not goin' to bed at grandma hour.

-Uh…
-You don't listen to anyone, do you?

The unbirthday party is tomorrow,

and we have to be there for it on time
if you want that collar removed!

Just go to bed.

Nah, the night is young.
Let's have a little fun.

Oh. Well, when you put it that way,
yeah, I'm in.

-Forgetting someone?
-Huh?

It's those ghosts!

Death is so boring.

-We can play too, right?
-Okay. Fine.

Uh…

Well, I hope you have something in mind?

Sure do.

Hey. You're supposed to keep a poker face.

Hmm.

Lady Luck is on my side.

Kinda early to celebrate,
game's not over yet.

Exactly.

Ah. Guess I win.

I wanted to be the first one
to win this stupid game.

What's the matter?

-Nothing. Shut up.
-If you say so.

-Hurry and take one already.
-Don't rush me.

It's do or die.

Yes! I win!

No, I don't wanna be in last place.

All right, it's you and me.

Ah, no!

This will literally never end.

Maybe we should
put a pin in this for the night.

Not a chance!