( in the meantime, heather is wrangling the toppings she gathered up, trying her best to pull apart the oregano from the bottle of oil. she placed down the items onto the table before she reached for a spatula nearby to help her. )

Well the way this place is setup, you'd think it would be hard to make friends. However I've been pretty lucky, I've run into some kind people. There's actually a few others around my age who seem pretty nice.

( not that she wanted to divide maria and make her feel old, but heather was trying her best to comfort her. she knew what that was like, not having many friends, being ostracized and isolated. it made her heart ache for the other, even if she barely knew her-

what she did feel though was that maria was a kind person. she demonstrated it in her actions, hadn't she? )

Just stick to me Maria, I'll be your friend. Now if only we could get this salad to actually work...