[ Harper's dubiously quiet for a while, even when she hears the car pull up, and the approaching footsteps. She can't stay mired in her pit of drama forever, though, and looks over at the offering of sweets. Her motions are almost ginger as she takes it, given that she knows how she reacted. She's not sorry, but she is aware, at least, and smiles haplessly. ]
Mmhm. Really ready.
[ Shouldering her bookbag, she cups the drink in her hands and stands. ]
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Mmhm. Really ready.
[ Shouldering her bookbag, she cups the drink in her hands and stands. ]
...Thank you.