Johnny finished his food, trying not to say too much beyond what he may have already said, for fear of his mouth losing control again. After finishing up, he silently walked up to his room, giving Pakuna a mischevious wink as he went to fetch his robe, finally opening it up and looking at it the tired pyromancer decided that it just wouldn't do, frankly speaking, it was too long, and it wasn't very practical, or so Johnny thought, so, taking out his pocketknife, he set to work.
First he cut a hole in the top of the hat, making it a bandana, and put it on his head, fitting it around his forehead, next he looked at the robe itself, it was long and gray, and it vaguely reminded Johnny of what the old men who took care of the boys at the orphanage used to wear, the angry ones who always smelled of cheese, the same one Johnny had sworn to himself that he would never become, so Johnny cut the arms off, and cut it so that it hung less like a robe and more like a trench coat, and then he stood back and admired his work. "Mangificent" he whispered as he dawned his newly-tailored robes, wearing them open and without a shirt, showing his sinewy physique and headed for where the paper said Water's class would be.