McCoy shook his head. He knew of Aerith by reputation - the hot, hippie-dippie girl, who (despite her flower-child inclinations) was also one of the nicest people in school. She was well-liked - she'd even turned Jim down in the sweetest way McCoy had ever witnessed, and he doubted she'd send one of her best friends packing off to detention without a damned good reason.

"Still. You better be getting dinner out of this at the very least."