Iggy studies Wrench for a moment. He's still half smiling, but his eyes are actually very intent as they search for facial cues and body language. Iggy is pretty good at reading emotions... but often terrible at actually understanding them. Detecting only harmless teasing, he grins.

The expression fades into something a little more defensive at that last jab, though.

Iggy shrugs.

Not until I was thirteen, no. That's when I begged my folks to let me go to a public high school.

We weren't fanatics. But I had to help with the church a lot.