'Well, when it came to it, Joel invited us both to stay over: “There's plenty of room - two big beds. You wouldn't mind sharing with each other, would you? Old buddies?"' Zoë gasps at his daring. 'What did you say?' "'Fine by me!" I was quite piddled by that point.' 'And Elliot?' I sigh. 'He was all, "I've got to get back to Camp Lane but Lara, you should stay!"' 'Oh no!' 'He even said: "Make the most of the facilities!"' 'Nooooo!' 'I know! They're both trying to hook me up with the other man!' Like I would have had the energy either way – I'd been slipping in and out of consciousness for the previous half-hour so by that point all I wanted to do was crawl into a pit. It became a case of 'If the nearest one happens to be the cleanest, softest, comfiest one, so be it.' As the boys went off on a tangent discussing driving conditions in Yosemite, I stumbled over to the nearest bed, threw back the covers, and pulled the sheet over my head. I seem to remember Joel offering to call for a camp bed for Elliot and then suggesting he meet us for breakfast but that's it.
