As-Yet-Unintroduced Fidgeter keeps to himself for the rest of class, focusing on the material, or something.

Solvei probably doesn't mind.

Yes, that's fine. One must occasionally pay attention in class.

Stiles seems dubious about the concept, but math elapses otherwise uneventfully.

She probably has other classes, and Stiles doesn't accost her.

She has other classes. She goes to them. Institutional education occurs.

Eventually, education elapses with the expected exception: lunch time!

There's Stiles, sitting at a table with a friend.

They're not the only ones with a table to themselves, though.

There's also this girl, sitting alone, nervously biting her fingernails and scrunching in on herself.

And there's this guy, mostly observing passerby.

Allison has a seat for Solvei, if she still wants to sit with them.

Where would she like to sit?

Hmmm.

She tries a friendly smile on the nail-biter, first.

A smile, probably.

It's somewhere between grateful and terrified.

That looks like a place to start. She goes that way.

"Hi! I'm Solvei."

"Hi. I'm Erica. You must be new. People don't talk to me."

"Everyone I've talked to so far has guessed that I'm new, and it always seems to be for a different reason!"

"You're not like the people around here."

"Is it the accent?"

She does have a barely-detectable vaguely-foreign thing going on.

"You haven't insulted me or made fun of me yet, that's a big hint."

"Yeah, I'm not a big fan of the whole 'high school as nest of painfully status-conscious vipers' thing."

"They're not all being petty. They just think epilepsy is contagious. Stupid, maybe, not pointlessly cruel."

"Fine line. I had this weird bone disorder as a kid, I remember falling down on the playground and breaking my arm and being surrounded by laughing children for way too long before somebody noticed I was seriously hurt and ran to get an adult. Hard to tell, in the moment, which ones didn't notice and which ones didn't care."

"I guess so. I don't need their sympathy, so it doesn't matter which. It is nice to have someone to talk to, though."

"Happy to help!" she says cheerfully. "Hmm. What's your opinion of cupcakes?"

"Positive, mostly. Sweets are really only for special occasions. My dad says that I have to be more careful than other girls because of my epilepsy."

"I'm thinking of picking up the habit of bringing sweet things to school and handing them out at lunch, to spread joy and goodwill and so everyone will have another reason to like me lined up for after the novelty wears off. Maybe I should start with something smaller than cupcakes, though. They're easy but bulky. Truffles maybe? Truffles are pretty compact."

"I like truffles. As long as you're sharing with everyone, I mean, I wouldn't mind having some."