"Do your parents still run that bakery?"
Sofie thought hard of what her answer should be, she would keep close to the truth so any far out lie wasn't evident.
"Uhm...just my dad."
The thought of her dad rolling dough and making cakes was enough to illicit a small laugh from her which she tried to quickly cover up.  Her poker face skills still needed training.

She rummaged around in her small suitcase, bringing out a small pile of folded clothes which she deposited into the small dresser near the bathroom.  A picture of her and Moglet (where his face was covered with large, funky sunglasses and a hood) went on the nightstand and a couple of books were placed on the desk.  That was it.  That was all she had. Oh, and a pair of trainers which she laid carefully next to the door.  What would Ed think now?

Suddenly, as she watched a stone hit the dorm room window, then another.
"What is going on?" She questioned, turning to look at Ed.