[color=fdc68a]"I'm sure it's the thought that counts,"[/color] Lorna told Kitty, trying to cheer her friend up. Truthfully though, she didn't really know what to make of Poseidon. She had a hard time imagining him as a cuddly, cheerful, touchy feely sort of parent - but maybe she was wrong. Maybe he would be happy with just a picture with some macaroni glued onto it. It'd been a while since there were any demigod kids of Poseidon, so something was better than nothing, right? [color=fdc68a]"I wouldn't worry aboat it,"[/color] Lorna added, her own Canadian accent shining through on [i]about[/i]. Of course, the minute her attention was back on Fable, her mind was freshly short circuiting again. How did Fable get her hair to look so [i]perfect[/i]? Lorna immediately started tugging slightly on her own hair, wishing that her color was a little brighter and her waves a little straighter. She laughed what felt a little too loudly at Fable's joke about Kitty's words being silly. [color=fdc68a]"Pudding and biscuits are [i]totally[/i] so confusing - like, biscuits are soft and dough-y and not sweet and you put jam on them. And then pudding is the stuff you make from the Jell-O box and definitely couldn't be what you'd call cake or ice cream,"[/color] Lorna agreed. Her heart was pounding and she didn't know why. [color=fdc68a]"I'm free right now, actually - well we have crafts later but that isn't for a few hours so I have nothing to do, it isn't my day to clean the cabin thank god everyone's socks smell so so so bad. What aboat you? Oh sorry, you just said you have nothing. Kitty has nothing too. Did you want to do something?"[/color]