We didn't. [ And from Lambert's shit-eating grin, that fact doesn't bother him one bit. ]

Alchemy, reading, magic, fighting. Mostly fighting. [ Claws pick at a thread on his sweater, absently. Then Lambert snorts quietly and waves a hand back towards the chemistry setup in the main room. ]

He'd probably get a kick out of seeing me now. "So you've finally decided to use your brain for once, have you, young man?' [ His voice drops to a gruff, exasperated tone as he crosses his arms again and shakes his head as he mockingly imitates some long-past scolding. ] 'If only you were as diligent in your studies as you were at sneaking white gull out of the supplies. Maybe you'll survive the Trial after all."