Logic has no place in a relationship built upon alien abduction and potential medical experimentation. "Who else is gonna believe you?" Lydia muses, plucking off three of her own rings to re-stack them up Pax's index finger. "You've got to get married now."

Then she lets out a very thoughtful noise, narrowing her eyes and making a show of sweeping over the assembled student body all over again. "If making out's our success criteria, this year's been way more successful than original estimates."