"Sure," Aly says, and nods. "I've got no objections." Maybe talking to someone else would be good for her, even if only for a little while. The idea of talking to someone her own age again hit her with a pang of homesickness; she missed everyone else. Not as the Guardians, but just as her friends. She'd fight a legion of faeries to be able to go hang out at Starbucks with them, even just for a couple hours.