“Ugh, call me Ro,” she interrupted. “Titles make me itchy. And wait – I have to go to school? Gross. If I have to sit through a bunch of lectures on how brilliant you elves think you are, I might start smashing your crystal walls.” “Don’t worry, I spend most of my time ditching or in detention,” Keefe assured her. Ro grinned. “Sounds like you and I are going to get along just fine.”