And the feeling is mutual — we like it when British English speakers use correct English too, in the odd moments when you are not going on about spotted dick and aubergines.
That principal is going to feel nostalgic ten years from now, and in the meantime telling stories about the escapades of Wallace, Amelia, and Spud will get the principal some beers bought by fellow principals at the New England Elementary School Principals’ Association’s annual convention at Revere Beach (or Narragansett Beach, Old Orchard Beach, Hampton Beach, whatever — they switch out each year, but it’s always at a beach (on a lake in VT, of course).
I like the way Rosa and the other girl are looking dubiously at the stuff in the last panel.