Ursula taps her chin as she envisions her ideal school trip scenario. "His name would be Sergio and he wouldn't speak a lick of English and he'd be built like...," she trails off and her eyes fall on Casey. Yes, he'd do nicely. An excellent pizza delivery system specimen.. but perhaps not who she'd most like to walk through those doors right now.

"Ferdie. Sorry. That's an answer change. Not. He can keep his shirt on, but." Her speech is halting, embarrassed, and she buries her face in her hands, "Uggggh, I'm such a schoolgirl with a crush. I just wish he'd been able to come."

Screw the rules, she takes a shot. "...Now that I would mind if he forgot the shirt," she adds, not wanting to ruin the revelry with mooning over a boy half a world away.