"Even Leoniel is surprised to hear that there are Grades to Irregulars."
Looking toward Zestari, Evan added, "Well, I'm guessing Miss Zestari here isn't so surprised because you've already told her before, but I'm pretty sure she was surprised the first time you did."
At that, Abigail nodded. "Yep, Zestari was definitely shocked when I first told her."
"Haha, called it," Evan said.
Abigail chuckled lightly and asked, "So, what Grade are you?"
"For the record, I'm Grade 3 myself," she added, gesturing to herself.
"Grade 3, huh?" Evan echoed. "Well, I'm not exactly the best at discerning differences, but I suppose that checks out."
He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his palms as he continued, "I'm a Grade 7 myself."
The moment he said that, Abigail narrowed her eyes. "I thought the Grades only went up to 6."
"Well, now you know they go up to 7, and trust me, we Grade 7s are a lot more ridiculous than you can imagine."
