[h1]Lilly Miller[/h1] [hr] [i]Holy shit, an honest compliment.[/i] “Oh, thanks!” Lilly stammered. “It’s one of my favorite ones…” She held up some of the purple fabric, which faintly sparkled as the light bounced off of it. She was pretty proud of how it could do that. The boy quickly kept the conversation going, which was good, since Lilly generally wasn’t that good at these kinds of icebreaker conversations. It was a question about school, which she answered with the same reflexive stock ’yeah’ that she answered almost any of those kinds of casual “how are you feeling” questions that she could conceivably answer with something like ‘actually nah, I feel like an unstable singularity of anxiety, thanks for checking though.’ “Yeah,” Lilly said, correcting herself almost immediately afterwards. “Well, I mean, I was kind of forced to attend anyways, but I guess it’s not a bad deal when you think about it. Been through worse, you know?” She stared at her food, feeling the hunger creep back again as her stomach had its way with her snack from before. “How about you,” Lilly asked. “You excited about learning how to, uh, do superpowers and stuff? Not that you seemed to be having any trouble using them earlier…” She trailed off and stuffed a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth as she glanced at her new acquaintance.