"Just be naked when he gets back from class today," she shrugs, and I elbow her. "What? It's a great plan—"

"We live with his friends! That's a terrible idea," I insist, and she laughs. "Help me, what does Kent like?"

"You know more about him than any of the rest of us, Juls," she reminds me, and I groan. "What kind of candy does he like?"

"Kent doesn't do sweet; he's a steamed broccoli, black coffee kind of guy."

"Ew," she mumbles, and I nod. "Get him a dumbbell; ...