"Why not?" Aster put his arm around Denny's shoulder in a brotherly sort of the way, the way he used to when Owen was younger. Ah, hell. He still did it.
"Either that or I'll just smuggle you in in my trunk. Just you and my telescope. You'll have to live under my bed with the dust bunnies, though, and there won't be room for my clothes or any for you so I guess we'll have to be creative about how we dress all year."