"People smile when they like gifts," Wolfwood points out the obvious. If this plan worked—step one sure had—then the small guy should have expected a positive response. That's the point of the gift.

"A foolproof plan for a normal person." There's his judgment.

He wants a cigarette, and he swiped a pair out of a teacher's pack earlier that day. Wolfwood pulls one out along with a lighter. He tosses the lighter into the air, opening it, and catches it. With a flick, there's a small flame.

"You're going to have to see if she likes fools who fall on their faces, Braid Brai—"

"Hey! No smoking on campus! That's detention for you!"

"Time to run." Wolfwood pushes the blond ahead of him as he takes off down the hall.