Grouse Thicket if he said, 'help me kill the president'

She was suddenly very, very close. This was super duper okay (more than okay), but he was insistent that he could walk fine and would tell her exactly that - as soon as he could focus enough to make his words work. This had never happened before (really!); it probably happened to a lot of guys! At least his legs were working? Sort of? Mostly? But as he got up and began to walk, he realized that he was leaning a bit too much against Ceara and she was supporting him almost entirely. What a jerk! That wasn't very nice of him.

Her comment made him snort though, and he blurted: You wanna get me somewhere alone? Pffffffttt! Oh, how risque!

It  c o m p l e t e l y  went over Screech's head that they'd been alone, but together, for at least a couple hours now.