Presley lugged her bag full of books into the study area, thinking about the many things she had just learned about Elliot Morganzo. For one, the girl sometimes had real emotion. And for another, they were back to being friends. Which was good. She picked a nice table, not big enough to invite any other person to sit with them, but big enough for Presley and Elliot to spread out all of thier writing paraphenalia and get started on that letter they needed to write.