Modesty threaded her way through the chairs and assembled people, making straight for the bed. Reaching there she sat down upon it, crossed her legs, and grinned at Reed. She liked the boy, she really did, and, despite the rather evil nature to her question, she felt it was for his own benefit. Yes, Modesty was trying to be helpful.

Hiya Reed, everyone has tae have a crush on someone, so, who is it you like?

Whether or not he saw this as helpful was another matter entirely.