Maggie had her nose in the cookbook, concentrating and practically trying to commit every single detail to memory...shortly until she heard her name being called by a familiar voice. Turning her head around, she took witness of Calla making her way over to her. Giving the shorter young woman a friendly smile, Maggie moved her stuff from the middle seat, to allow Calla to take the spot. Knowing herself to be a kind, easy-going individual, with some tendencies of air-headedness, Maggie saw almost-everyone as her companion, therefore she, alongside Daphne, became an affectionate sister-figure to Calla. 

The younger Rogers gave her friend her full-attention, although she did make occasional glances to the book in front of her, even while she heard the younger Blake speak. It didn’t necessarily surprise her that Calla would ask such a thing, so Maggie comically feigned it, as if it was the first she had ever heard of such a thing. “Well”, she started, giving off her best thinking face. “He’s funny, thoughtful, creative, laid-back; obviously friendly and jumpy”, she listed, cocking her head left and right a little.