“The cooking festival?” Meara blinked at Corriander, “Uhm… well I’m not sure.” She put her index to her mouth and look down in her pondering. Then she let out a laugh, “If there’s people cooking some sweet treats, I might ask to be a judge!” She paused, “But I don’t know if even I could be that brave or each that much.” Meara giggled. She stared at Corriander, then she went quiet. It took her a second…

“Oh uhm. Uhm...” Her arms crossed in almost like she was acting like she was cold. She felt her ears start to warm, “Well, uh, why you wanna know?” Meara’s eyes grew, “Wait, wait, I’m not meaning that in a mean way. You know, just, why? Uh.” Her face twisted in a funny nervous expression that caused her to look away, and also sigh at herself. 

“Nothing. I have no plans.” She grinned at him, but her hand was covering smile because she was getting really embarrassed of herself. Her hand slid up to her forehead, and through her hair while letting out sigh. But like always, she laughed too.