"Do you think we should like, make a shrine?" Mary Sue squints at her laptop as she scrolls through row after row of hunky hunk pics.
"I've got so many photos I haven't printed out yet—and you've got yours, from the secret snapshots you did for me!"
"Sigh, I'm so sad, Nicolette! Now that Quin-Quin and Topper's gone, club business has ground to a halt!
Cupping her face in her hands, elbows resting against the surface of the picnic table, Mary Sue kicks her feet irritably while cotton candy colored skies drift on lazily behind them.
Their picnic table is adrift too—resting gently on a puffy cloud floating just over the trees of a park, giving them a flawless view of the city for miles around.
"Hey, have you met any hotties recently?"
Maybe there were other fangirl opportunities?