"Shar, have you ever had sex before?"

Both Evans twins were sitting in one of the house's living rooms, each with their own pint of Ben and Jerry's. What Not to Wear was on in the background, and Ryan and Sharpay, who were better friends than most people realized, were doing some catching up.

Sharpay snorted. "Not the kind of sex you have."

"Oh, so you assume I've had sex? Did you even hear my question? I obviously wouldn't ask if I had."

"You and Chad haven't?"

Ryan shook his head.

"Are you lying?"

He shook his head again.

"Well. Wow. That's a surprise."

"It's just a big thing, you know?" said Ryan. "And I was wondering if you had any ... experience, I guess."

"No, Ryan, your dear sister is still a virgin," Sharpay said. "And it's through no fault of my own. Zeke wants to wait till we're—" She stopped and took a huge bite of Phish Food.

"Until you're what? And don't give me that 'Ice cream headache, can't chat anymore' bullshit."

Sharpay swallowed and sighed. "OK. Fine. You caught me. Zeke wants to wait till we're engaged. Which we will be, eventually, when he fingers out how to bake a ring into crème brulee without ruining the taste."

"Why would you want to eat a ring?"

Sharpay swatted Ryan with a nearby issue of Vogue.

"Well, congratulations, sis."

"And congratulations to you, for being mature enough to think about sex before having it." Sharpay tipped her spoon to Ryan.

"If I were standing up, I'd bow. Or curtsy. These pants are big enough."

"Yeah, they are. Too big, even. Have you lost weight?"

"It's the college kid diet, Shar," Ryan said. "I live on lettuce leaves and moderately priced cocktails."

"You still have your chest muscles, right? Gay guys love that kind of thing."

"We do?"

"Oh, I'm sure you've always liked Chad for his mind."

"I see your point. He's a lot smarter than he was in high school, though."

"I guess I'll believe you," said Sharpay. "And he can keep up with an Evans family discussion of musical theatre. That has to count for something."

"He's the one, Shar."

"I know." Sharpay winked and took another scoop.

"So, Zeke doesn't care if you get fat, then?"

She shrugged. "No. He thinks I'm perfect. It's a prerequisite for any relationship I'm in. Besides, I'm doing yoga later."

"You know that doesn't keep any weight off unless you do bikram, right?"

"You know how gay you sound, right?"

Ryan sighed. "Always."

"It's fine," Sharpay reassured him. "Chad seems to like it."

"Did you ever think about the fact that we're both in healthy, happy relationships? And neither of us had to do anything nefarious to get into said relationships?"

Sharpay groaned. "Don't remind me. We're going soft, Ryan."

"Maybe it's not such a bad place to be."

"I won't tell if you won't."