"I guess I did okay," Mallory murmured, settling herself against Benson comfortably. "It was English... one of my Englishes," she stressed. She had to take so many for her major. "I usually just make up stuff on the essay, anyway," she said with a laugh, "and then spin my words to make it sound smart."
"How was your day?" she asked quietly, yawning. "How was the drive? I'm sorry you were the one who had to drive for your birthday."