Soon, someone came over with a thick plastic bag. The student helped Claude with his sample and even waited around while Claude washed his hands. Utility personnel took that chance to scold Claude and clean his hands with strong soap and disinfectant.
The student who held the bag smiled a little when Claude walked back to him. He said, "Uhm, should I hold this for you? I actually like every song you played!"
"Thanks… but I'm walking to a club room on the edge of the Practice Building." Claude took out Len's phone, which he used while he had yet to get one for himself. "I asked to meet their club president there."
"On the edge of the Practice Building? Are you going to the Gardener's Club?"
"Yeah." Claude looked down at the bag, which even contained the sludge's stench. "I was hoping to ask if they know what that is. Sorry, I just know a lot of people use smelly things as fertilizers."
