Rae smiles. "Aye, it be a dandy's life here.  I took a shower this mornin'.  I'll take one tomorrow mornin'. That be two more bathin's than I usually be afforded in a month on me old ship." She lifts up a wing.  "I be interested in seein' what color me feathers really are..."

She takes another swig.  "Well, if ye be wantin' to keep up the good life, be sure ye don't accidentally take enough credits t' graduate.  Once ye do that, yer scholarship probably only covers undergraduate costs, and ye be on the hook fer th' accommodations yerself after.  If I be the count, I would like nothin' more'n be finished with footin' the booty t' cover yer gig."

"Good," Rae says, "Whene'er ye can put one over on nobility ye take that as far as ye can go, savvy?". She stands up and tosses the remaining two beers to Burvik. "Here ye be, matey.  It be time t' turn in t' me bunk.  Pleasant dreams, aye?"

Mary walks into her room and throws her armor on her bed.  She barely notices the demolition anymore, though the holes and constructs seem to be in different places from before.  "Hey."  She greets Gear when the tinker gnome emerges from... somewhere.  "You going to that thing with the artificer's press conference?"  She asked.  "Probably gonna announce some wild new invention, would be my guess."

RC enters from the bathroom. "I kinda need that," they say, "It's a class feature." They grab a small handheld something-or-other off the counter. "Put it on the ground, I can show you how it works."

Meanwhile, Gear looks up. "There's an artificer press conference? Oo, I should go to that." She hops onto the bed beside Marty. "What's it about? Are they retooling the course description again? I mean, it's decent, but hard to be an out-of-the-box tinker, you know?"

Rae walks out of Burvik's room, still nursing the second of her beers.  She walks into the common lounge, then flops down on a couch there.