"No hard feelings." That he was going to mention aloud. Simon slides over another small pouch. "Thanks for your help." He says to Yffub, "Let's get going. And uh," he lowers his voice, "You might want to tuck that necklace into your shirt until we're off church grounds." Simon resolves to find a more open-minded person to incinerate vampires for him in the future. Because, he noted with a mental cringe, the problem might well come up again.

"And not a moment too soon." Simon sighs. "I mean-" The one thing he wouldn't miss about this detour was the threat of accidental time puns. "You know what I mean." He gives Yffub and the Professor a resigned look. "Let's just get out of here."

Simon slowly exhales. "It's good to be back." He asks Yffub, "Do you have class, or is this just my stop?" Right now, being late was the last thing on his mind.

"I'd better go, too," Simon tells the Professor. "Thanks for the help and everything. It was...weird, but not in a bad way." He steps out of the blue box and heads toward his Sneak Attacking class.

(I can elaborate a little more, unless you think this is a good place to wrap up this plotline.)