Jack made a face when Niamh brought up the dance. He wasn't much of a party planner. Kids, with their modern music and their thongs disguised as dresses and their xtc or whatnot. Okay, a school dance wouldn't be like that, but Jack was already bummed enough that he had to chaperone instead of drink beer with Micah, like a regular Friday.
But fine. "Mr. Rivera is actually planning most of it, and then the rest of it will be arranged for by Ms. Menides," he said. "So they're your most viable resources." Jack grinned at her notebook, her eagerness. "You still write everything down, don't you? Might be what makes you one of our top students."