"We hang out and get sugared up every Monday!" Dinah chirped. "Last week was ice cream sundaes 'cause I had some apologizing to do. This week is going to be cookies because he lost a bet." She coughed. "Um. Things were a little--weird, here, for a few days. You heard about that, hunh?"

Poor Dinah. No idea she was never, ever going to escape the weirdness.