"Hey." Honestly, he was pulling off pretending to be normal better than Elspeth was. She'd brushed her hair so she didn't look like a complete mess, but she was still a little worried that her misery sweats--very different from the comfy but cute loungewear she stuck to when she had company--were going to send him running for the hills, regardless of the fact that he'd said he didn't mind keeping her company in her bad mood.

Not that her mood could stay entirely bad when confronted with a cute boy with a milkshake. "Pretty much any flavor of milkshake is better than no milkshake at all, right?"