"Sorry, man," Julian shrugged, and threw both sweaters haphazardly into the mound of clothes. "Ali wants me to go. Best friend, moral support and all. I can't say no to Ali. What kind of friend would that make me?"

It was almost humorous how Julian didn't even try to sound sincere or convincing, and how he simply moved onto his next thought, looking mildly contemplative. "Hey, maybe Rogue wants to go? You know what, Starsmore, I'm gonna ask," he decided, and then pointed a finger rather pointedly at his best friend. "You should ask Meg, man."