"They get lonely," Spencer said defensively. "And Schechter won't let me keep anymore of them in the greenhouses, so."
He grinned at the memory and tucked his wand away. "Right," he said, and then, a little uneasily, "Right." He took a breath and stepped out of his shoes, sitting on the bed. "So I'll just." He laughed, rolled his eyes. "Goodnight?"