Tuck failed to see why, just because he was dating a girl, that he needed to be concerned about the idea of her getting pregnant. Or others getting concerned about it. He wasn't shagging her and he had not a plan in the world to do so. At least not yet. He liked Lizzie well enough, but he wasn't in love with her. She was, from her own mouth, in love with him, but he'd not yet figured out just what that word meant. At least, not for him. So, the last thing he could see was him shagging her. Or anyone.

"Why would I know them?" he questioned with a frown. But then she was besmirching the amazingness of putting anything between two slices of bread and his eyes went large. "Ah! But don't you see, that is the awesomeness of sandwiches. You can put anything - anything edible - between two slices of bread and bam - sandwich. Not a bad thing in the least. Really, it comes down to the mix of items, and even then, you can sometimes find the most surprising combinations if you just let yourself be open to it."

And then she was on about his studies and his sandwich induced happiness deflated. "Ah, shut your gob! My marks are fine enough. Mum isn't on about me getting O's and all that. It was a stupid, idiotic...I'm not a bloody dumbass," he finally said, feeling far more disgruntled than he wanted to.