Beauty shook her head. "I don't know. The last I remember was everyone sick in the clinic. Here. I don't even remember ever leaving."

She frowned for a moment, and then sighed and gave A.J. a wry smile. "Something must have happened to my memory, I guess. I honestly woke up this morning thinking I was sixteen, and that it was just another Sunday at Fandom High. So I'm not sure I've got anything I can tell you at the moment. You could tell me about everything you've been doing, though?"

Glancing over A.J.'s shoulder for a moment, a mischievous look crept into Beauty's eyes. "You are going to make me a milkshake, aren't you?"