She hadn't even wanted to ask about hugs, actually, knowing what she did about how skittish Jono had been. She'd figured lullabies on the guitar might have been a good compromise.

So she took the slight topic shift and ran with it. "Six girls. One me. Bathtime. You do the math. I don't think the second floor females' room has recovered yet. And then we all had to sleep on the floor because there was some complex formula to figure out who got to sleep next to me involving arcane factors like comparative cookie sizes and who'd held my hand last."