He was really great. He knew that, right? Xanthippe was probably going to have to tell him later regardless.

"We can't really risk it," Paige said. "Coach's orders." Yes, the coach was basically like a god. Still, Paige looked sufficiently impressed. "Thanks for offering, though."

The squeeze Xanthippe gave Hyacinthe's fingers was kind of involuntary, like a physical manifestation of her joy that maybe they wouldn't have to spend too much time in direct contact with her roommates. She wanted to impress them, but they also terrified her. "So we should like, probably get out of all of your faces," she told Paige and the girls with an uncharacteristically earnest tone. "Don't wanna get in the way of your sched, or whatever."