Poppy stood up swiftly and rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants before holding it out for Henrietta to take.

“I’m Poppy O’Conner.” Poppy smiled lopsidedly. “Um, so, yeah, I probably…won’t join any of those weird legions of doom things you guys got going on, but…thanks for informing me? I guess. Er.”

Poppy decided it would be best to sit back down before she made a fool of herself and, when turning, her foot collided with the table leg. Her shoes were made of a poor, flimsy material, and so her toes took most of the shock. Stinging pain erupted in her foot and Poppy attempted to smother the ache with her hands while hopping on one foot.

“Son of a bitch!”