"Oh, I know I've smelt a lot worse," Butters said, eyes wide a moment as he recalled plenty of extremely unpleasant situations that left him sitting down on his own bed, with the backpack beside him, with relief that he wasn't in any of those right now. "And, nope, I don't have any classes today. Not until Friday! I hardly even know what to do with myself, and so I was just out, seeing the town. And I should have figured that a viking village wouldn't have a Bennigan's, but I wouldn't have known unless I checked for sure, right?"

His legs started to kick a little. "How 'bout you, Sam? You had any workshops yet?"