Bart quickly gathered his things, deciding to change while he had some more privacy and snatching his toothbrush and a pair of clean jeans. He raced back to Cissie's room, barely breathing hard as he blurred to a stop in the middle of her room. Looking around at her obviously girl-inhabited room, he smirked. "I feel like I should be doing your nails while you gush about your boyfriend," he confessed, snickering.