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Hollandaise dropped her phone when it buzzed. It bounced off of Deszeld's bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. Deszeld was not in her room, but that had never stopped Hollandaise before. It was a matter of fact that the dragon ghoul's room was infinitly better than her own - full of plants and a huge bed that had the most pleasant squish to it. So she had decided to simply hang out in Deszeld's room wheneve she wished, although she no longer rearranged the plantlife. With a grunt, she rolled over and fished around for her phone.

Ah, Aisha! Hollandaise smiled and tapped out a reply. Then she popped up out of bed, spine creaking, and headed out.

She was actually in the front left corner.

Hollandaise had decided that perhaps a few sancks to go might be a good idea. A messenger bag was slung across one shoulder and now, it was filled with some spookies, a couple of sandwiches, and some drinks. She stood in half-shadow (lately she just... hadn't felt comfortable in the darkness of full shadow), and waited stilly. She hoped she could maybe startle the ghoul when she came in. After all, she was supposed to be at school to practice her skills.

Hollandaise was thinking about plants. Flowers, specifically, and how this place didn't have many despite the ample sunlight filtering through the high windows. It was such a shame. A mum there, peonys here...

She almost missed when Aisha entered. The ghoul looked around in bewilderment and Hollandaise moved slowly, swaying slightly. Suddenly, she was behind Aisha and Hollandaise's heavy hands descended on her shoulders. She didn't know if it was enough to even startle the level-headed ghoul, but she could try.

"Aisha."

A rare, full, toothy grim crossed Hollandaise's face. She couldn't help it - it was nice to think she might actually be good at something. Well, soemthing besides plants. But plants were easy, and even on the rarest of occasions when Hollandaise failed them... plants accepted that they were to die easily, with a sweet calm. She lifted her hands from Aisha and opened her bag to flash the food therein.

"I procured us supplies. Do you want to go hang around the school? Or your room? My room is... ah-" she stumbled on her words. A mess, unsafe, uncomfortable. "Not up to others right now, sadly."

"A stereo?" Hollandaise remembered listening to Aisha's music during the weird lock-picking class. It wasn't like anything she'd listened to in the forest. She smiled at Aisha. "Sure!" Without thought, she took off across the lawn before stopping abruptly.

"Ah, I guess you better lead the way to your room," she said, a small laugh following the words.

"My room is still... sparse. I only have one plant," Hollandaise's voice was utterly pathetic, as if having only one plant were the worst possible thing. And for her, maybe it was. "I had three, but I gave one to Deszeld and one to Zar. I don't like him, but everyone needs a plant, right? And perhaps he could not kill it Would you like one - when I get more, that is? To surround yourself with living things is wonderful! Deszeld's room is nearly like a forest; I'm envious, I suppose." And then she was off, rambling about plants and growing things and how perfectly beautiful they were.

"As for friends, I do not seem to have many..." She tucked an errant strand of hair behind one ear. "You and Deszeld, mainly. But please, don't tell Deszeld that. I am trying to appear worldly." With a sigh, she bent down to stroke the petals of a rare flower.

"Do you have a lot of plants back home?" With that simple phrase, Hollandaise became roughly sixty-eight percent more interested in Aisha's home than she had been before. (She had already been interested - the talk of Aisha's father and his boilfriend was intriguing). Hollandaise hummed a bit as they walked, not looking at anything more than the plants and the sky and the clouds that dappled their way across it.

"Wait - where are we going?"