 be curious, not judgmental
Sophie was VERY enthusiastically devouring a cookie when she felt someone approaching, then the question and the chin resting on her head made her giggle. She sipped her hot chocolate to help her swallow the mouthful of cookie before responding, "Eatin'. S'long as Kitridge is gonna let us binge on this stuff, m'gonna take the opportunity." Schmoop's cookies, she was sure they were, and approved highly. Of course, they weren't as good as her own cookies, but they were sufficient enough.
"M'also kinda hoping my cute presence will lure Parbear here, since we all have a free period. Haven't seen him yet, but I bet if you stick around he'll be here in no... time..."
Her voice trailed off when she caught sight of the young man in question approaching them, and she tucked her head out from under Evie's chin to turn around and give her a VERY smug smile. Ha. Haaaaaaaaa.
The power of love.
"Hi Parbear," she greeted cheerfully, standing up to turn her armchair so it was directly facing the work station of art supplies, not-so-subtly showing that she was EXPECTING him to go over there and do his thing. She sat back down and scooted over so Evie could join her, but continued to address Paris, "I was hoping you'd come. Actually, I was counting on it. How could you resist your two favorite ladies AND painting stuff ALL in the same area? You couldn't. You gonna make us a masterpiece?" Her eyes were sparkling and slightly pleading, but she knew she didn't need to try so hard - how could he resist?
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