Author's Note: PLEASE READ THE ENDING NOTES. I've got something I'd like y'all's opinions on again.

That night saw Scarabia students A and B locking Devon and Grim into their room, taking the time to make doubly sure the lock was secure. "Alright. Those two from Ramshackle should be properly locked in," said Scarabia student A.

"We should hurry and check in on the other rooms, then," replied Scarabia B.

"Seems like there's been more escape attempts every day," Scarabia A commented as they walked back down the hallway. "The dorm head's been very cross about it. You know, I hear he's not even listening to Jamil's advice anymore."

"How long are we going to have to live like this? I just want to go home," Scarabia B lamented.

"Hey, I don't want to be stuck here over break either. I think we'd all rather be at home with our families, but there's no use whining over it," Scarabia A replied tersely.

Inside the vacant room, Devon and Grim kept their ears pressed to the door as they listened to the voices and footsteps of the Scarabia patrols getting farther away by the second.

Devon let out the breath she'd been holding. "Okay. I think they're gone now."

"Maaan, that afternoon training was so brutal I thought I was gonna hurl," Grim complained. "And where did you end up slippin' off to, anyway? I looked away for one second and you were gone."

Devon's felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered Jamil's kiss. "O-Oh um… It was nothing, really. I just had to step away for a second."

Grim crossed his arms and gave her a look. "It's not fair that I had to suffer through all that while you were goofin' off somewhere, y'know!" He sighed and shook his head. "The sooner we get outta this mess, the better. We already know the headmaster ain't gonna be any help and we've got no way to let the Wisps know what's up, so it looks like we're on our own."

"Yeah? And how do you propose we do that? It's not like they're gonna let us walk on outta here," Devon reminded him.

"Heh heh heh," Grim chuckled. "Don't you worry, Dev. In case you forgot, you've got my sparkling intellect on your side and I've already worked out a brilliantly foolproof escape plan."

"I don't believe you. Continue," Devon urged.

Grim's smirk widened. "As it happens, I was able to swipe the instrument of our escape at breakfast this morning," He began to climb up Devon's side as he sometimes did when trying to reach her shoulder, but his time he reached into her pocket and pulled out a spoon, holding triumphantly over his head, "and I slipped it into your pocket without anyone being the wiser! This is our ticket to freedom!"

Devon blinked. "A…spoon?"

"Yeah!" Grim nodded, beaming. "We'll use this bad boy to dig our way through the floor!"

"You want us to dig our way out?" Devon repeated, keeping her voice down so as not alert the patrols. "Even if we were able to tunnel our way outta here, that's gonna take way too much time and energy."

"Trust me, we'll be able to handle it," Grim assured her as he hopped back to the ground. "They don't call me Grim the Digger for nothin'."

"I'm pretty sure no one calls you that," Devon muttered to herself.

"You go stand lookout," Grim said. "Leave the diggin' to me!"

Devon shrugged at did as Grim said, taking up a spot by the door to listen for any approaching voices or footsteps. She figured there was no point in arguing; it wasn't as if she had a better idea to get them out. It took a couple tries, but she was surprised to find that Grim actually was able to use the spoon to start digging a hole in the floor of their room-either the floor was flimsier than she thought or Grim was stronger than he looked.

"This is goin' way smoother than I thought!" Grim commented after digging for a while. "I'm really onto something here."

Devon continued to play lookout for Grim as he dug, though she did step away from the door to move some extra bedding over to the hole so they'd have a way to hide it if they needed to. Grim was digging at a pretty impressive pace, but he began to lose steam after a while.

"Okay, I'm gettin' bored digging in the same spot over and over," Grim complained. "Switch places with me, Dev. I'll be lookout now."

Devon nodded and swapped places with Grim, but she hadn't been digging for more than a few minutes before Grim waved to get her attention. "I think the patrol's coming!" He dashed over and threw the spare blankets over the hole. "C'mon! Pretend you're sleepin'."

Back at Ramshackle, the Wisps were growing more concerned by the moment. Devon and Grim had yet to return to the dorm, prompting the Wisps that could make themselves transparent enough to move about inconspicuously to leave the campus and head into the town to search for them. Naturally, there was no trace of either of them (not that that was a surprise considering Regina had a view of the campus gates-the only way out of the school aside from the Dark Mirror-meaning that if anyone had made an attempt to leave, they would have seen it) so the Wisps were forced to regroup.

Zephyr once again suggested going to Octavinelle, volunteering to go alone if necessary and reasoning that even if they weren't behind Devon and Grim's disappearance, Zephyr might be able to alert them to the situation. The Wisps, especially Regina, were still wary of the trio after they nearly took Ramshackle but they had to admit that Azul and the Leech twins seemed to genuinely care for the pair even if they had odd ways of showing it. It might not be such a bad idea to get them onboard.

Out of options, Regina reluctantly agreed that Zephyr could go to Octavinelle to see if they could find any clues as to their organic friends' whereabouts but they could only do so under the cover of the following night and only if they agreed to stay camouflaged.

Devon and Grim continued to dig through the night, alternating lookout shifts and dozing when they could. Come morning, the pair were understandably exhausted but proud of the progress they'd made. They decided to stop once they saw the sky beginning to lighten, not wanting to risk anyone hearing them as traffic through the dorm increased.

"Well, it took us all night but we finally have a hole that's big enough for me to fit two paws through," Grim announced as he moved the bedding back over the hole again.

"The best jailbreaks always take a little time," Devon assured Grim. "We made really good progress for one night, though." She smiled and ruffled Grim's fur. "Lookit you, comin' up with our grand escape plan!"

Grim beamed at the praise, but he was too startled by the sound of the lock on their door being unfastened to respond. The door was thrown open a second later and Scarabia A walked in. "Out, you two. It's time for morning training. We're marching to the oasis again!"

"Oh, get stuffed," Devon groaned, flopping back onto the bed for a moment before heaving herself up to get ready to meet with the others.

"Wake up and get moving!" Kalim shouted from atop his elephant as the students assembled to begin the march. "To the eastern oasis! March!"

"Seems he's still in as good a mood as ever," Devon snarked, pulling the hood of the dorm uniform she was wearing over her head to keep the sun from beating down on her.

"Forget Kalim; I'm more worried about this heat," Grim said. "It's even harder to deal with when I'm runnin' on next to no sleep."

"You're sleep-deprived?" Jamil asked as he fell in beside them with a look of concern and handed both Devon and Grim a bottle of water. "Then you'd better make sure to stay hydrated so you don't pass out.

Grim took his water bottle gratefully. "Thanks, Jamil. I'll do that."

Devon smiled gratefully at Jamil as well. "Yeah, thank you. I appreciate that you keep lookin' out for us. I know you've got a lot on your plate already."

Jamil's eyes flicked quickly down to Devon's lips before they met hers again. "Trust me, taking care of you is a genuine pleasure, Devon." He was still feeling more than a little guilty for kissing her under the circumstances he did, but he was being honest with her about that much. The truth was that he'd barely been able to stop thinking of the kiss since it happened and was sincerely hoping the opportunity to plant another one on her would present itself at some point.

The march continued much as it had the day before, but there were far fewer whispered conversations this time. Everyone was much too exhausted to expend energy on much more than moving and it wasn't long before some of the students began to fall out of step.

Kalim's voice cut through the air as he turned to face them, his eyes trained on some of the students marching behind them. "Don't think I can't see you lot falling behind back there! Lift those parasols higher!" He whirled around to shout at the students in front. "Get together, front lines! I can barely hear those bells!"

Devon looked down at Grim as he puffed along beside her, concern written on her face. As badly as she was feeling the heat, she knew it had to be so much worse for him considering his thick fur. She was about to ask him if he wanted her to carry him again, but he met her eyes before she could.

"Don't even think about it, Dev," he told her. "Thanks for being worried about me, but I wanna do this on my own." He smirked, but it looked shakier than usual. "Can't have my henchman makin' me look weak, ya know."

"Just make sure you keep moving. If you stop and collapse here, the vultures will swoop in," Jamil warned.

"Y-Yeah, I'll take a pass on that, I think," Grim replied.

"Is it me or does it seem like Kalim's in an even worse mood than yesterday?" Devon asked.

Jamil shook his head. "It's not just you. He was like this when I woke him. I had hoped a good night's sleep would put him in a better state of mind this morning, but it seems these episodes of his are getting worse and lasting longer."

The students kept moving, doing their best to keep up the pace, but it was all they could do just to keep going. Like the day before, Jamil did his best to keep everyone's spirits up, but even an outside observer could practically see the morale dropping with each step they took and several looked as if they were just a few seconds away from making a break for it and running back toward the dorm.

"Pick up the pace! This is taking much longer than yesterday!" Kalim barked, followed by a chorus of exhausted groans from several of the students.

"I-I can make it another step…," one of the students near Devon, Grim, and Jamil protested weakly.

Jamil put a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder before gesturing ahead of them-the markers showing them the way to the oasis ended just a little further ahead. "The oasis is in sight. Just keep pushing a little longer, everyone!"

"Wow… All this and he's still trying to cheer us on…," another nearby student commented.

"He's probably even more exhausted than we are," a third pointed out. "We've got the best vice dorm leader at NRC, no question."

Grim fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah that's great, but I'm still dead on my feet over here!"

Grim panted and heaved as he dragged himself over to the barren oasis. "I feel like I've got this entire desert in my throat. Kalim, I need some water, man!"

"How dare you take that tone with me!" Kalim rumbled as he glared at Grim. "I am not your faucet. If you want water, get off your lazy rears and draw it from the oasis yourselves!"

"He expects us to draw water from a dried-up oasis? How?" Scarabia A asked incredulously.

"This is well past tyranny…," Scarabia B commented.

"Seriously, what is wrong with him?" asked a third Scarabia student.

"It's alright. I came prepared for this after seeing the state the oasis was in yesterday," Jamil assured them before motioning to the veritable herd of camels they'd brought along with them. "The camels are loaded with water. Offload it and make sure everyone gets some."

"Right. Thank you, vice dorm head," Scarabia A replied as several student moved to do as Jamil instructed. He lowered his voice so that only those standing close by would be able to hear him. "We'd be much better off if you were our dorm leader, Jamil."

"Shh!" Jamil shushed him quickly and glanced toward Kalim to see if he'd heard anything. "Perish the thought. And certainly don't vocalize it. What if Kalim hears you?"

"But it's true!" Scarabia A protested.

"You were pretty much handling Kalim's duties even before he started acting strange," Scarabia B agreed.

"Hush now, both of you," Jamil chided gently. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. It's my family's-no, it's my honor to be of service to Kalim and the Asim family." He smiled before gesturing to the camels again. "Now get some water and rest up. It's only going to get hotter now that the sun's risen. I'm afraid the trip back is going to be much worse."

"Jamil…," Scarabia A began, but Kalim's voice cut in before he could say anything else.

The break hadn't done much to lighten the dorm leader's mood. "All students, assemble immediately! Break time is over. Form ranks at once, and I'd better not see any stragglers on the way back!"

"Jamil… I-I can't take another day of this," Scarabia A confessed, the desperation clear in his voice.

Scarabia B nodded. "I agree. I can't follow Kalim anymore!"

"I don't understand how you're able to keep following him, Jamil," commented a third student.

"Why? Because," Jamil looked over at Kalim with a resigned expression, "he's Kalim Al-Asim."

"Because you have no choice, right?" Devon pressed, recalling their talk from the previous evening.

"Something like that," Jamil agreed, not wanting to get into specifics…yet. "Listen, let's all meet up tonight to discuss this in-depth. I'll arrange it so that Kalim doesn't find out." He reached out to take Devon's hand. "It would mean a lot to me if you were there too, Devon. And Grim as well, naturally."

Devon nodded before squeezing Jamil's hand. "We'll be there."

That night, everyone dragged themselves into the Scarabia lounge. After returning from the march, the day had been filled with more magic training drills (which Jamil spirited Devon away from once again to give her a chance to shower while all the boys were busy), so to say that they were worn out and fed up was an understatement. The warm desert air was thick with tension as Devon and Grim sat down.

"Is everyone here?" Jamil asked as everybody got settled.

"Yessir. All present and accounted for," reported Scarabia A. "And the dorm head?"

"Asleep," Jamil replied. "I brewed him a soporific herbal tea, so he should be in a deeper sleep than usual."

"So what do Devon and I have to do with this, anyway?" Grim asked, doing his best to keep sitting upright. "I really wanna get back to our room and pass out, so can we make this quick?"

Devon reached out to pet him soothingly. "I know how ya feel, bud. Seems like everyone's on their last leg. Just hold on a little longer and then we can get some rest, okay?"

"I understand that all of you have some, ah, grievances about the way Kalim has been doing things recently," Jamil started off as he sat down next to Devon. "I can't say that I don't understand where you're coming from. Being locked in the dorm over break and forced to undergo all these harsh training exercises from sunup to sundown… Who wouldn't start to grow resentful after a while? I can understand wanting to improve our dorm's performance in academics and sports, but even I have to agree that what he's doing isn't benefitting the dorm."

"Then why aren't you putting a stop to it?!" demanded one of the students.

"I've tried. Many times, in fact," Jamil replied. His brows furrowed into a concerned frown. "He stopped listening to me a while ago."

"If it's really such a problem for you guys, why don't you say to Kalim's face yourselves instead of whinin' to Jamil?" Grim wanted to know.

A series of uncomfortable murmurs erupted from the students and suddenly none of them could look Grim or Devon in the eye. "W-Well… Umm…"

"Grim's got a point. What, you can complain to the right-hand man but you don't have the stones to say it to the guy that's actually causin' the problems?" Devon pressed.

"Pfft. Buncha gutless wimps," Grim scoffed.

"Th-That's not true!" Scarabia A protested. "We have made attempts to talk to Kalim! A lot of attempts, actually! It's just…"

"It's just that when he's not acting like a tyrant, the dorm head's a really kind, open-minded guy," Scarabia B finished.

"Before all this started, everyone in the dorm looked up to him," chimed in a redheaded boy that Devon and Grim were now dubbing Scarabia C. "We all thought we had the best dorm leader in the school!"

Several students now began to speak up, sharing their more positive experiences with Kalim as a dorm leader.

"Kalim lent me a shoulder and let me vent when I first enrolled and was having a hard time adjusting to dorm life."

"I was falling behind in my classes and seriously thinking about dropping out, but Kalim joined me for late-night cram sessions so I could catch back up."

"He can be a little spacey and he's definitely not always on top of things, but we all loved our dorm head. It used to be such a blast being in Scarabia. But even so…"

Jamil nodded. "I agree; Kalim certainly is a fine dorm leader. He treats everyone equally and never puts himself above anyone else." He heaved a heavy sigh before leaning against Devon. "I can't tell you how much it saddens me that things have fallen so far. How could we have gotten to this point?"

Devon's expression softened as she wrapped an arm around Jamil and pulled him against her before turning to address the other students. "So basically you're sayin' that it's too hard for you to come down on him since you look up to him and he was a pretty chill dorm head up until recently." She paused to think. "I get why that'd be an awkward conversation that nobody really wants to have, but not talking about it isn't doing you guys any good, either."

"Do you think it'd be a good idea for Kalim to see a doctor or somethin'?" Grim suggested. "He keeps sayin' one thing, but then backtrackin' on it the next second. And it's not just his mood that changes; it's like his whole personality flips. Kinda weird, don't ya think? Maybe he could've eaten some bad food."

Devon quirked a brow. "You think he might've been poisoned or something?"

Jamil shook his head. "Unlikely. If that were the case, I'd be sick too since I'm usually the one who tests his food for poison."

"What about some kind of mental illness, then?" Devon asked. "Back home, while it's lessening as they become better understood, there's still a pretty heavy stigma associated with mental illnesses so plenty of people are-men, especially-are hesitant to admit they struggle with them. I'm not sure if that kind of stigma exists here, but given some of people we go to school with, it wouldn't surprise me. Mental illnesses tend to run in families and Kalim happens to be the heir to a pretty high-profile one so…"

"It's hard to rule out," Jamil agreed, tapping his chin as he considered. "If that is indeed the issue, it's entirely possible that Kalim's father wouldn't want it getting out that the Asim heir was suffering from one and kept it under wraps, even from their closest attendants. The Asims do have a private doctor in their employ, so I suppose going back to the Scalding Sands is an option, but as things stand, getting Kalim home would be an ordeal all its own."

"Damn. We aren't getting anywhere with this," Scarabia A grumbled.

"The problem facing Scarabia now is rather similar to an issue that Heartslabyul had to contend with rather recently," Jamil said, addressing the entire room now. "As I understand it, the students there also had to live under their dorm head's tyranny. None of them could stand against Riddle because they were too afraid of his Unique Magic." He turned to Devon and Grim. "That's why I'd like input from the two of you, seeing as you both played a critical role in solving Heartslabyul's problem."

"That "problem" resulted in Riddle Overblotting and we only got through that by the skin of our teeth because I managed to unlock fancy blessing magic that I didn't have any idea I could use up to that point," Devon reminded him. "I'd really rather not have to go through another battle like that."

"None of us want it to reach that kind of boiling point, either," Jamil assured her. "However, things can't stay as they are. I think we can all agree on that. If you two have any ideas, we'd love to hear them."

"Ooh, I know! What if you challenged Kalim to a duel so you could become dorm leader, Jamil?" Grim suggested eagerly as he hopped into Devon's lap. "That's what the headmaster suggested to Ace and Deuce when everything went down with Riddle." He smirked and chuckled at the memory. "'Course, Riddle wiped the floor with both of 'em in barely five seconds, but Kalim's Unique Magic ain't nowhere near as strong as his. I bet you could take him with one hand tied behind your back."

Jamil shot him down without hesitation. "I'm sorry, but that is absolutely out of the question."

"Fgnya?! Seriously?!" Grim exclaimed, surprised by the firmness in Jamil's tone. "Why'd you even ask for advice if you're just gonna shoot it down? What's so bad about my idea that ya gotta get all snippy about it, anyway?"

"I've explained this to Devon already, but the Viper family has served the Asim family for generations," Jamil explained. "I couldn't possibly bring shame to our family like that. Nevermind the lectures I'd no doubt hear the end of… Challenging Kalim simply isn't an option for me, even if it is in the best interest of the dorm."

"Talk about bein' caught between a rock and a hard place," Devon commented, giving Jamil another comforting squeeze.

Jamil sighed again, but there was a small smile on his face as he let himself rest his head against hers. "It is what it is."

"Okay, fine. I get why you can't challenge Kalim, but he keeps this up, everyone in the dorm'll just be miserable!" Grim argued. "Riddle was bad, but at least his temper was consistent. This whole hot and cold thing Kalim's been doin' is way worse!"

"Yeah, Grim's right!" Scarabia A agreed. "Kalim's not acting like a dorm leader at all!"

"He's not even meeting the job requirements anymore!" Scarabia B added. "It completely goes against our Scarabian spirit!"

"Ya know, I've always been curious about how the dorm leaders were picked here," Devon mused. "Crowley just kinda slapped me with the job when he made Grim and me official students but I highly doubt that's the case with the other dorms."

"The dorm leaders for each of NRC's seven official dorms are supposed to be the students that best embody their dorm's spirit," Jamil explained. "Anything less and you're unqualified. Dueling is one of the easier ways to determine this, but since each dorm has its own spirit that its' students value, that means each dorm has its' own unique way of determining which of its' students best befits it. For example, I hear that in Pomefiore, the tradition is that student who can brew the potent poison is named the dorm leader."

"Yeesh! That's a nightmare and a half," Grim said with a shudder. "So how'd Kalim end up becoming the head of Scarabia?"

"He was nominated by the previous dorm head due to his prior work and virtues," Jamil supplied. "I still remember how proud I felt when he was nominated."

"Okay sure, but… Well, we all know that he wouldn't have managed to make such a good impression if you hadn't been helping him the whole time," Scarabia A protested.

"The last dorm leader should've picked you, Jamil!" Scarabia B agreed emphatically.

"Don't blame him," Jamil chided. "There's no way a relative of the Asim family would choose me over the main house's heir- Ah!" His eyes widened as he schooled his features into his best 'oh crud, I've said too much' expression.

Devon and Grim narrowed their eyes in suspicion. "What does the Asim family have to do with deciding Scarabia's dorm head?" Devon probed.

"Wait… So Kalim's appointment as dorm head was just straight-up nepotism?!" one of the nearby students exclaimed. "Unbelievable! I had no idea."

"The Asim family really plays dirty, huh?" another commented as a series of outraged students began to voice similar complaints.

"Please, everyone. I implore you to forget what you heard just now," Jamil said, making a token attempt at damage control despite knowing it was too late. Between Kalim's harsh treatment of them and bombshell he'd just dropped on them, the dorm's residents were well past the point of being talked down. Just as planned.

Sure enough, the voices of dissent began to grow louder with each passing second as the unfairness of the situation set in. "Night Raven College is a big-name school precisely because of the emphasis it places on promoting students based on their personal accomplishments. Getting special privileges because of your rich parents isn't supposed to fly here!"

"He's right!" another student agreed. "We're not going to stand for this, vice dorm head!"

"A student's wealth and social standing isn't supposed to matter here! Everyone's supposed to be on equal footing!" a third exclaimed.

"But…ah…," Jamil attempted to argue, but he was quickly drowned out by the other students.

The tension in the room only grew as the students got more worked up, several of them now calling for Kalim's removal as dorm head. "Scarabia is supposed to be built around the Sorcerer of the Sands' spirit of mindfulness. Personally, I've always felt that someone as thoughtful as Jamil would embody the dorm's spirit much better than Kalim!" a silver-haired student said. "I say he deserves to be dorm leader!"

"Now, hold on," Jamil objected. "I'm no more special or superior to anyone else in this dorm! My grades are perfectly average. If we places them on a scale of one to ten, I'd get fives across the board. That's hardly dorm leader material!"

"Magical talent doesn't determine who best embodies the dorm's spirit," the student replied with a shrug.

"What do you guys think?" asked Scarabia C as he addressed the other students. "Out of everyone in this dorm, who's the best suited to be dorm leader?"

"Jamil. No question about it," Scarabia A replied immediately.

"Yeah, Jamil's a much better fit to be dorm leader than Kalim!" Scarabia B agreed. Several other students voiced similar opinions.

"They can't actually expect us to accept an incompetent dorm head just because he was born into a rich family!" Scarabia A continued.

Scarabia B nodded. "Exactly! Our dorm has no use for a leader who can't lead!"

"We refuse to put up with the dorm head's incompetence!" several students declared in unison.

"And just what are all of you doing gathering together in the dead of night?"

The icy voice caused everyone's blood to run cold. They felt their stomachs drop as the turned to see Kalim standing in the entryway to the lounge with an unsettlingly blank look on his face.

"Ah, crud! Busted!" Grim whispered.

"K-Kalim… I thought you were sleeping," Jamil spoke up.

If Kalim heard Jamil, he didn't acknowledge him. Instead, he leveled a glare at the entire roomful of people. "Seeing as all of you still have so much energy to burn, I can only assume that today's training wasn't enough. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" He focused his gaze on Jamil. "Jamil! Get everyone out to the courtyard at once!"

Jamil blinked. "The…courtyard?"

"We're going to run magic drills until their bodies give out!" Kalim declared.

"This is insane!" Scarabia A whispered.

"Seriously! I'm already way past my limit!" Grim agreed.

"Hurry up!" Kalim shouted. "Don't make me repeat myself!"

Jamil stared at Kalim for a moment as if he were about to argue, but ultimately dropped his gaze. "…Fine." He turned to the other students. "You heard him, everyone. Let's go."

Ending Notes: Some of you guys may have already noticed the addition in the tags and I know I said I was going to wait until we got closer to the end of the Scarabia arc to make my decision, but I don't need the extra time anymore. Silver has officially been added to the love interest roster! No spoilers, but let's just say that the events of Book 7 so far just kind of solidified everything for me. That and I watched Titanic the other day and got a lot of Silver/Devon vibes from Jack and Rose's story, especially in that 'you jump, I jump' scene where she gets back on the ship to go to him.

Now, on to what I wanted to ask you guys about: two chapters from now-not the next chapter but the one following-is going to be Maleficia/Mala visiting the Lopez family in person to tell them the truth about who she really is and explain more about the triplets' blessings as well as an explanation about why she was even in their world to begin with and why she's so attached to the Lopez family. That was always planned since I started conceptualizing this story, but I got the idea in my head the other day of Lilia joining her on this little excursion. I like the idea of Devon's family getting to meet one of her NRC friends in person and frankly, I think Lilia would make the best first impression (as entertaining as seeing Malleus meet Devon's family would be, I don't think he'd be ready for all the Lopezes quite yet). And we all know by now that bat dad likes to travel, so I think he'd love to get a glimpse of where Devon comes from.

What do you all think? Should Lilia go with the queen for a quick trip to New York? I'd love to hear your opinions.

Thank you all so much for reading! As always, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome. Geekinthepink, out!