“Bamboo eater, huh? You’re running out of panda jokes.” He laughed whilst rolling his eyes and removing his bag off of his back. Rifling through it as he added, “I think I have a vial of left over ice dust, Give me a momento.”, upon registering her request.
It took him a moment or two but his rifling in his bag payed off. Finding the half empty vial hidden at the bottom of his bag, hidden away as to not go off accidentally as he wandered around campus… That had happened more than enough times to him and others. After the first flame vial was left unrestrained he learnt his lesson. One flaming backpack, and an entire hundred foot radius of people stopping their conversation to look your way, was one too many in Ayburns book. So the fact that it happened two more times to him in his first year was a real kicker. He wondered if Aoife and the rest of his friends remembered those incidents in their first year for a moment as he took the vial out.
Then with a quick pour of some of the dust he made a couple ice cubed sized bits off ice in his palm, “Here you go, some ice for you to chew on.” Ayburn passed it over with a small smile. “Soooo~ what’s with the full get up? Training, or are you taking our Grimm tuition to heart?” He asked before going into a quick (and rather loud) imitation of one of their ‘Grimm studies’ lecturers, ”Students remember nevermores can strike from anywhere at any time and usually when you’re already dealing with hordes of Grimm already, so always be ready!”... It wasn’t a horrible impression, but it sure neded work, though it left him with that goofy grin of his returning in full. Along with a couple wandering eyes shooting their way for a second.