No, be honest. She needs to give more details first.

"Not happening," you say. "Only an idiot agrees to something without getting the full story."Shannon falls silent for a long while until letting out a defeated sigh. "You're right. It's unfair of me to ask. I'll just tell you outright. I went out with a few friends last night--"

"You have friends?"

"Ha. Ha. Laugh it up. I don't remember much, but I had one too many drinks. Next thing I remembered, I was here in my room. Like this."

"Like what?"

"There's a key to the door under the plant in the hall. See for yourself."

You look back, spotting the plant easily. A little nudge exposes the key in question-- a little deadbolt key and return to unlock the door. With a twist, it unlocks and you push the door open.

That's when you realize Shannon isn't hugging pillows-- they're undoubtedly giant breasts. Z-cups presumably. Somehow, the notebook worked!

-Shannon has enlarged to a Z-cup inexplicably! It shows up as '26', a twenty-six inch difference from her chest measurement. -

You gape at her, completely at a loss for words.

"Well, now you know. Now are you going to go out and blather to everyone about it? Or are you gonna help me?"