[ Evan nods, scooting closer so that he can wrap his pinky around Roland's and shake it firmly. Just like he had seen the other boys do it at school. ]

Mm-hm! [ He hums, beaming. ] Fifth grade is really fun, Roland. Mrs. Jenkins is so nice, like Henny was, and the other kids have been asking me a lot of questions about my world. What Evermore's like, and they're teaching me a lot about this one too. What sorts of things I should be saying, what sorts of dance moves are popular, and oh - what kinds of ice creams everyone likes. I even got invited to a youth group next week!

[ The very religious youth group, given that they're in Florida, but Evan has yet to put two and two together just yet. ]

I had no idea middle school had so many of its own rules and customs. It's like its own mini kingdom...