"I was just about to ask you the same thing. So, come on, tell me – how’s your first out-of-towner going? Is she cute? Is she hot? She’s hot, right. You can tell me. You have to tell me! C’mon, I’m the gay one, here, you can’t appreciate the hotness like I can."

"She is…" Jenny began with a chuckle as she leaned back against the headboard, dragging one of the pillows from beneath the comforter and draping it across her lap, resting her arms and the remote on it. "She is very, very hot." Covering her mouth, she giggled helplessly for a moment. "She is so fucking incredibly hot."

There was a beat. "So that’s IT?! That’s all you’re gonna tell me. She’s ‘very, very’ hot," Alice said flatly. "That’s it? C’mon! Am I not your best friend anymore, Jenny?"

"You are!" Jenny said, gaping at the tv, since Alice wasn’t there for her to gape at, mouth dropping open, eyes widening. "You are my best friend! I just… I don’t know what else you want me to say."

"Jenny! Tell me what she’s like! You interviewed her today, right? So how’d it go?"

"Good," she replied, bringing her free hand up, pressing pause on the remote – the image of Shane’s slender fingers hovering over the bone-white organ keys frozen on the screen. Jenny chewed on her thumb. "I can’t decide if I like her or not."

"Yeah? How come? She throw up on your shoes or something?"

Jenny made a face. "Gross," she muttered. "No. It’s nothing like that. I just — she’s very … she’s very smart. She’s like this total savant, you know? She has no idea how fucking brilliant she is. That’s the most amazing thing."

"What, she’s so brilliant she can’t figure out you wanna get in her tight rockstar pants?" Alice asked flatly.

"I have no idea," Jenny said succinctly, her tone letting Alice know that it was far past time to drop the subject of her doing anything at all in regards to Shane McCutcheon or her pants.