That was a lot of information Jon didn't want. He lifted his hands in surrender, glancing around them anxiously for familiar faces he did not want recognizing his, but they were an hour away from school, and the only one he knew that lived this far out was the Dean of Academics, a crotchety old man who was in bed by 8:30, Jon was sure of it.
"First of all, I didn't ask you a dam- darn thing," Jon said quietly, glancing down at Sarah, who talked quietly to a picture of Pink, oblivious. "Second, the only one calling you a freak here is you. I'll admit this is a little strange, but not freakish. Third, why in the hel- heck would I make you quit or tell anyone about this? This is your business, not mine. You could dress up as the Purple People Eater every Saturday night and dance the conga alone in your apartment, and I wouldn't care. I do not want to know, and this-" he made a wide motion, indicating the entire night, "-never happened. Monday morning you come into my class on time, wearing whatever heck you want, and we never speak of this again. Got it?"
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,