Gwen is still mentally chiding herself for not seeing how good a sport Uly was about, well....everything. She still giggles remembering how he charmed House colors onto his horse's mane or really, how sweet he'd been about Tas, or really, how funny he was about that whole corndog contest thing! Really, she needs to spend more time with him. Everything is a riot when he's around.

"Okay, so," she says, scooting closer and dropping her voice to a conspiratorial level, "We gotta do something big, because if you don't get Prom King, then I will throw myself in the lake. Everyone should be voting for you."