"I..." she managed to utter, staring at both Plymouth and Cela. How they always managed to jump from one topic to the next, as if they had said nothing at all would always be a mystery to her. Pouting slightly, she reached up to scratch her head and found--Plymouth's blue hat.

Heh.

Ahem. Taking it off, she beat it against her hip a few times before taking a seat between her friends, placing the hat on Celandine's head crookedly. "What bacon? Oh...You meant not literally. Okay. I understand." She was trying really hard to kick that 'take everything literally' habit. It wasn't always effective. "What am I supposed to be doing again? Did I mention I don't particularly enjoy Potions?"

It's like cooking.