[@AGenericUser] "It's not much, really," says Lalisa bashfully. Feine puts in on thick when he's interested in something, doesn't he? "I just thought I might as well try to make friends, since we'll be here for a while." Feine puts everything in terms of writing--do all writers do that? She hasn't known any, so it's hard to say. "Oh!" Lalisa puts a hand to her mouth and blushes. "I never introduced myself! How impolite of me, I got so carried away..." It completely slipped her mind; Lalisa sticks her hand out formally, tucking her hair back behind her ear. "Lalisa Greenwood. I study plant-based magic. I hope we can... be friends?" she ends nervously, like she's not exactly sure what she's doing. Which is true. Is that how you start friendships? Grandmama, you never taught me about this! Feine is still looking at the cookie. Lalisa has no idea why--maybe he found "inspiration" in a cookie, after all? Why does he say it like that? Has she been saying it all wrong? Suddenly, she wishes she was home. Grandmama didn't lecture her about writing, just manners. "Um. Do you... want to eat it?" she asks uncertainly. "Maybe you're not hungry..." She's so, so bad at this socializing thing. Her fingers itch for a good book, or a bowl of batter to whisk.