Hey, I speak American, man.

[She's smiling, too, but he set himself up for that one as far as she's concerned.]

I read, like, half of it before this guy/girl/whatever [Said Croagunk ribbits again.] started flipping its lid. D'we just send this Gym person a text back like, 'hey we're a home-schooled kid, a British guy, a dragon that got turned into a chick, and this other kid, and we're coming to your ruins party' or something?