The student body—ho ho ho—will eat the boy alive, in the best possible way. And now we are all family, engaged in the family project of getting this lad his first girlfriend, and the room belongs to us. I wave the whole business away with a growl of "Carry on," and they all get back to what they were about. The room lifts. In fairness to Fishy, he tumbles to what’s happened and looks just a little bit impressed.