Recently back from a few days long scout mission in Greece, Finnegan had returned bearing gifts! He passed most out of his offerings in the teacher's lounge, but lingered outside Mr. LaMont's office after that, leaning on the wall beside the doorway and waiting for him to come back. They'd known each other for years upon years, and despite Finn's lingering, perhaps affectionate usage of honorifics, mister LaMont sir, they were pretty comfortable close friends.
Clement had been an absolute favorite professor for Finn from right off the bat, and that had never faded, not a bit! Philosophy had always been a relevant subject to Finn-- and when he was a fresh corpse, it'd meant a lot to him, having a likable teacher that also happened to be a walking, talking skeleton, and pretty peppy about this status, taking away the intimidating aspect of it. Death. Life. Endless time. Within this, education. Finn had nothing but respect for that, an invested student with endless school spirit, himself.
Eventually, after six years of working at his double major then Scout training, Finn had elevated himself to the status of a ridiculous job hoarder of an Academy staff member. While he was regretful he couldn't take any more of LaMont's classes aside from the occasional peeking or sitting in, they were lovely coworkers now, and neither man seemed to be going anywhere anytime soon. It was nice to work with someone who was both a nostalgic presence, and equally excitable over their job.
All in all, it was nothing but fitting that Finn go out of his way to deliver the lich presents and look for chances to set aside time and talk with him. Truly, he was a delight. Finn had a bag of goodies from his Greece trip, books and souvineers, that he could only hope to brighten his old teacher's day with and give an excuse for a while of chatter. Perhaps, perhaps, he'd even be audience to a classic Clèment LaMont lecture, which he would insist was never dull with an unmatched stubbornness. If Finn was biased with that opinion, in the right, an oddball, or a mixup of it all of the above was unclear-- but when something made him happy, well, it tended to make him very happy. And he liked to return the favor.
