[... The pumpkins. She'd almost forgotten about those. Maria gives her nose a slight wrinkle.]

On second thought why don't I see if there's a willing Blue student instead?

[Yet that brings up a thought.]

Are you sure there isn't a door to the roof?

[She'd much rather continue to muse about getting up to the roof rather than return to how she wasn't precisely sorting books. At least she is doing so now.]