Cela, wearing clothes that actually fit, made her way to the snack cart and contemplated what to buy. Technically the term hadn't quite started, so technically she wasn't supposed to eat any sugary stuff yet, but technically she had already blown that out of the water.

She stood there with one hand on her hip and the other absently twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she began the very serious business of deciding what to buy. She bit on her lip and made a tiny noise of indecision; what she really wanted to do was buy one of everything and find a compartment to herself and dig in.

Nicholai would never know.