Sim could sympathise with that. For one, he knew Ginger well. Secondly, when you lived with Gray there was always a certain amount of drama attached to that. "Van Tassel's, man. Ever feel like you're meant to belong in another house?"
He had resolved himself to chicken a long time ago, and chewed obediently. Dry, as usual. "Sometimes I zombie out and shovel chips into my face before I've even realised I've done it" he admitted, laughing. Being a prefect seemed like kind of a power trip, Sim wasn't sure he could handle it. He thought he'd probably have the whole school in detention just for fun within three days.
"You're cold" he teased her. "Some kid's bribing you with snacks and you're still gonna lock him up?" He shook his head. "I like your style."