Norah smiled at the professors return of her wave. She rummaged around her bag for her gloves, extracting a broken quill or two in her effort. She slid them over hands and admired how worn out they were. They had belonged to her mum when she was younger, and even though their original color was indistinguishable from the dirt and mysterious blotches, she loved them all the same. She listened intently to the professors words, glancing down at her bag at the mention of food. Nope, she had finished her last cookie when she had been trying to find the greenhouses. Speaking of which, her shivers were slowly becoming interspersed with the occasional rumble of her stomach.
Eaten? COOL! There was really nothing like a few crazy plants, if you asked her.