Glancing away when she caught him looking at her (though he didn't miss her blush), he smiled to himself and then did try to put his attention on homework. As much as he may have pretended that this was all easy for him, it wasn't. He read the text, nibbling on the sugar quill, over and over as he tried to get it all to make sense. 

"Tucker."

The whisper startled him, making him jump the slightest. The sugar quill, nearly gone now, was stuck in his mouth and he gave a slight laugh before he realized she was asking him something. "Wait...wait, say again," he asked, listening with more attention this go as she gave out her question. His brow furrowed and he pulled his own tome closer to him, unaware that she was watching him, as he looked for the answer to the question. 

"I...I don't think so?" he said, his finger running under the sentence she'd quoted. "I mean, because, when the turtle is done being a ...well, flower pot...you can back it turn. Er, turn it back, right? I think it just means that, ya know, if you do it all proper like, the change will be good enough to be useful? Like, if a turtle were only a flowerpot on the outside, it might still be crawling around on the table? That wouldn't be any good if you needed it to be a pot, would it?"

His head jerked up from the book to look over at her as his litany of questions that weren't really questions came to an end. His brow was slightly furrowed and he looked as confused as his answer probably was. "I think, as long as you can turn it back, it's all good," he reiterated.