“I have thought about working on a degree,” he said, putting his sandwich down, wiping his hands on a napkin and lifting his pot to pour some tea into his cup, of course, for if he poured it elsewhere, that would just be odd. “I think I did okay in school, but I... joined my father's community when I was seventeen, so I graduated, but that was it.”
He had almost said he'd joined his father's pod at seventeen, but that wouldn't have made any sense to Markus.