Finally Nancy knew she couldn't avoid it anymore. She had to go and talk to Scott. "Well," she murmured, "it'll have to be better than talking to Frosty." Hopefully at least.
The door to the office was open as per usual, and since Scott had yet to scream for her to come, he was probably in a good mood.
"Can I come in?" she asked, hovering at the door.
He looked up. "Sure," he said slowly. "Why are you asking anyway? You normally just come on in."
"Just thought it might be nice for a change," Nancy lied smoothly, entering.