They are teenagers, darling. I'm sure. Let's hope they're doing something revolutionary.

[she hums to herself as she fills the vase up with water in the small kitchenette and as she picks up the flowers, sees the ring glinting in the light. She smiles a moment and twists it back and forth before setting the flowers in the vase and putting them on the desk where they will brighten up her day tomorrow.

As for him. She comes up behind him, slipping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his head]

As for you, I suppose I'll allow you make it up to me later so long as you were doing something incredibly interesting.