"I hope there aren't people making out in there. I put a spell on it." Mostly it would prevent anyone who wasn't a Ford from getting in unless the Ford pulled them in. She'd cast the same spell on her dad's bedroom. Timmy however, the lazy bastard, could fend for himself. She took his hand and led him into the room, showing him her bed and Bernadine's stashed against the wall. She didn't waste much time in pushing him down on her bed and kissing him to make up for all her awkwardness in the crowd. "Grand, isn't it?"