Everglades, Monday evening

There was only about a month to go, and Robin would be leaving home once more. He felt similar to how he had before leaving for Fandom. An odd mix of melancholy, excited, and apprehensive. He had no idea really what to expect, and therefore had written his friends Grover and Big Bird, asking for advice.

They had both given him similar advice about tourist places, Grover had passed on some taxi etiquette from some of his human neighbors. As well as some strange bits such as 'don't eat the pictures at the art museum'.

At the moment he was looking at some information the school had sent, including a brief profile on his roommate, a King Prawn from Madrid.

[Open for calls and the like.]