"Sure," Marc said. Because he sensed that if he attempted to give more details this would send him down a path of trying to explain college Greek life. To which, again, he had nobody to blame but himself. But he could at least try to bail out the metaphorical water in this leaking boat. "Sisterhood. Lotta cheerful and pink."

Marc had no idea. He was assuming on the pink. Maybe it was because all the pink currently on display was seared into his retinas.