One more bite and she threw the fork down on the table, looking sick. "It isn't even good any more," she grumbled. Haro, apparently tired of being left alone, flapped his way into the room, still talking about how much trouble she was going to be in; she picked the fork up again and tossed it at him halfheartedly. "If you're going to be a jerk go away, I'm not in the mood!"

She scowled down at the table then, a new thought in her mind. "Why her? I'm better at programming than she is and he likes you, so why her?"