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Azzo picked out a maroon colored pen. As he wrote this name he paused, "Hum, maybe I can help you with this snack list. And barking like dogs are only practice runs Laney."

He tilted his as he thought, "Don't forget Fallon likes things in an orderly manner... which reminds me I need to drop her off a thing in her box." He scrolled out his name and a few treats. "Let me know when you get things signed up. I can show you how to do a list for Fallon if you'd like."

He saw Fallon standing there and he flashed her a grin.

In order to get to the third floor, you had to go through the second floor. In order to get to the second floor, you had to go up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a desk, a desk so in-the-way that even the tiny transfer student would have trouble getting past it. She tried pressing against the opposing wall, and managed to get past the desk with only a slight scratch.

It was a great triumph for Pierrette. With that obstacle out of her way, she smoothed down her new uniform and looked at the gathering of people. She glanced over to the (rather empty) jar and the desk lined up with flyers.

"Oh, what's this about?" she mumbled to herself as she looked them over. She moved her gaze from the desk back to the people, all sorts of people.

"Snacks? Barking dogs? Are you guys hosting some kind of a party?" Pierrette asked as she tried to nudge her way into the conversation. As a new girl, it would probably be best for her to meet as many people as possible. Would she ever get rid of the "new girl" stigma that seemed to cling to her?

Pierrette was a little taken aback at the bow, and looked at "the Great Riff-Raff" in awe.

"I'm afraid I'm a transfer student," said Pierrette. "My name is Pierrette Génoise. I'm originally from France, but I came to Meadowview High School. It was just a temporary thing until my acceptance letter came in. I'm so happy that I was able to make it here, it's simply lovely!"

She clapped her hands and did a twirl (were there sparkles? No? Okay).

"Everyone here is so talented, this really is a school for the gifted. Think maybe you could try hypnotizing me sometime, Mr. Riff-Raff? I promise you that I'd be willing!" She put her hands together and looked like she was pleading.

"I've never seen a real hypnotist before!"

Fallon zoomed over to Pierrette like a bee to honey. "You're from France? Whereabouts?" Propping one hand up on her waist, she smiled pleasantly, happy to meet someone who might have something in common with her. Though Fallon had only lived in France for five years starting from when she was 7, the girl felt as though it was her true country of birth. The only person she ever got to speak French to now was her mother -- in letters. "Parlez-vous français?" she asked, eyes brightening. French cuisine was her favorite, and the language was the most beautiful sound to her ears. If Pierrette could share that love, Fallon would be entranced.

Azzo seemed to think and before he got shuffled to the side, "I might see if you can craft me something for a friend later."

When Fallon zoomed over he make a small epp before managing to make it down the stairs without actually tumbling down them and retreated to his room.

Fallon folded her hands neatly in front of her, nodding to Pierrette. "Ah, yes. And here I was trying to practice my French," she said, shaking her head. Since Fallon hadn't been born in France, she didn't have an accent, but on certain words, there was a whisper of one, probably more of an influence from her mother than anything else. (You know, it was that kind of psuedo-accent that Madonna has, except French.) "My mother is from Avignon, but I was born in Destiny City. We moved back to France for five years when I was growing up, staying just outside of Paris with my grandmother. I only just moved back to come to school here." She wasn't a true native, but France felt like Fallon's second home. Her mother spoke of it so often; it was impossible to remain impartial.

When the other boy approached, Fallon maintained her smile, though she was a bit happier to meet another female student with a love of French culture. "I'm Fallon," she said, offering a hand in greeting. "Marseille is so beautiful in the winter. My family spent our break there once." One day, Fallon hoped to return to France. She liked Destiny City just fine, but she felt as though the rest of her heart was tied up in Europe, straddling her twin heritages of French and Judaism. In that moment, her heart thrummed at the thought of her parents. They fought so much, but still... she missed them. "What brought you two to Barren Pines?" she asked. Fallon had her own reasons for leaving France for Destiny City, but she wondered what might have motivated the others.

Cooking? Did the cute French girl just say she wanted to learn to cook? Fallon smiled a bit wider than usual, white teeth peeking out into view. "I am at Barren Pines for culinary arts," she said. Pierrette was new, one of the transfers, and Fallon was ready to make a move quickly before anyone else did. "I would be more than happy to show you a few things, or cook anything you would like. Pastries are not my strength, but I am well-educated in many different cuisines. We are in the same home group, yes?" Whatever might be going on with the sign-ups, Fallon pushed it from her mind. The situation in front of her was far more interesting. Sebastien seemed nice too, but Fallon's interest in him wasn't exactly the same breed as hers for Pierrette.

"Perhaps you could show me how to sew? I do some needlework, but I could use the assistance of a gifted teacher." Crossing one leg over the other, she propped one hand on her hip. It was a quiet way of satisfying another compulsion though that would not be obvious. Hm, it looked like Laney had actually done something a bit useful. Not only would Fallon be cooking for her floor (again), but she also got to meet two other Europeans, one of whom was absolutely adorable.