[ Oh. Crap. He realizes he forgot his. ]

I forgot mine. [ Damn. Well, he could always go back to get it or give it to her tomorrow. Shoot. But, then Lydia says that and he half shrugs. ]

She's nice. I think she looks good? [ But, maybe in less... make-over terms. As it does sound mean. But, he knows she doesn't mean it in a mean way. Or, he hopes. Who can be mean after being strangled by their evil English teacher? God, their lives are strange, aren't they? ]

But, like, she really is a witch. She can make her network device float. She flies on a broom.