I found Tyler laying on a bunk, humming along to Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees and twiddling his thumbs. He saw me and immediately got up and bowed.
"Your majesty!"
"You don't have to do that," I said, trying not to laugh.
"Oh," he said awkwardly, standing up. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"You said you were here to help plan a party?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, a smile growing on his face.
"I'm supposed to be planning this thing, but I have no clue what I'm doing," I admitted. "I need a bit of help."
"I'd love to!" He exclaimed. "Does this mean I'm staying?"
I nodded. "As long as you're useful.."
"Oh, I will be," he assured me. "I was thinking we could do like a fiesta theme---"
"It's not that kind of party," I interrupted.
His shoulders slumped. "Are there at least
