"You think so? I have to say, Solvei, I'm glad to hear you think so." 

He licks the frosting off.

"I'm delighted that the cupcakes were such a hit."

"I hope Stiles doesn't get too jealous that I'm monopolizing them."

"I mean," says Solvei, "observe how everyone else has had some too."

"Is that how it works?"

Nom nom. 

"I am a generous soul who loves to bring joy to people's lives."

Gosh, Matt sure is eating that cupcake.

He sure is. Almost done now, though. He can only torture this metaphor so long before he has to finish eating it. 

"So many people, so little time."

"I'm very resourceful."

"No doubt about that. It's been a pleasure having lunch with you, Solvei. Maybe next time we should invite someone else to eat with us." 

"I do keep inexplicably ending up at your table," she says. "That sounds like a great idea."

Matt enjoys the rest of his cupcake.

She has other things to do, other people to see.

They part ways. 

Solvei finds homes for the remaining cupcakes with hungry lunch-goers. And then it is time for Chemistry.

And who should be there but her lab partner.

Lydia is nowhere to be seen.

Well. The chemistry still has to get done.

It gets done with their usual speed. 

Boyd whispers to her before they hand in their report. 

"Do you know if those rumors are true?"

"Which rumours specifically?"

"They're saying Lydia Martin ran away from home."

"I've heard something like that from what I think are reliable sources, but I don't have direct confirmation."

"I don't get it, things are great for her here, and by all accounts her parents are good folk." 

"All accounts can be misleading sometimes. But I barely know her and know nothing about her family, so."

"Well, I hope she's alright. We need the competition to stay at our best." 

"Yeah, I hope so too."

Here's history.

Here's Allison. 

"Hey Solvei. How are you doing?"

"I'm all right. You? Any word about Lydia?"

"Not yet. I don't want to just sit here, but the cops are handling it..."