"I do know how to emulate all of Rosy's best stern mom faces, but," Ursula hesitates, despite his smile. After the night they've all had, Ferdie's clearly weary and she wouldn't call herself a comforting presence. This could just be politeness and she doesn't want to intrude. "I'm sure you can handle it on your own."

"And technically, they're sophomores now. And we're seniors. How's that for a frightening thought," she teases quickly, so her offer doesn't have to hang in the air, hoping to lighten the mood, and quite possibly failing miserably. Not everyone has been eyeing senior year, and graduation, from the time they were a young child, like she has; she doesn't know what anxieties it might hold for Ferdie, doesn't really consider that's a possibility.