“Tabitha is always leaving her door open,” I say. “Stupid,” Bash mumbles, reaching for his pint while shaking his head. “See? You get it.” West looks more confused. “Like open-open? Aren’t bugs an issue?” “No, intruders are, you idiot.” Bash takes the words right out of my mouth. “Perhaps an alarm system is a happy medium between an arsenal of guns and an unlocked door?” Ford suggests dryly. His delivery makes it hard to tell if he’s mocking me or offering a serious solution.
