"I have a generous heart. None shall go cupcakeless," says Solvei.

"I wouldn't want him to go without cupcakes. Go ahead." 

"Thank you. Oh, speaking of people missing out on my treats, does either of you know where Lydia is?"

"No. The police are searching for her. She just left her house in the middle of the night, no one knows what happened." 

"...wow," she says. "I hope she's okay."

"She's been off since the dance, but I thought it would...pass, after nothing happened right away." 

"Anyway, you shouldn't worry about it. Go campaign to the loners and the outcasts." 

"If you say so," she says, and proceeds onward with her cupcakes. But a little more worriedly.

Does everyone get a cupcake?

Yes. Absolutely everyone.

Everyone is very appreciative. 

Everyone? Is she sure she wants to do that?

Yes.

"Hey, sorry I get on your nerves so often in English class, want a cupcake?"

"Thanks for the offer. I don't have a problem with you, I swear."

"Good to know," she says. "Not that I'd blame you if you did."

"I have bigger problems than a play I don't like. Enjoy your cupcakes."

"Will do."

And she resumes her rounds.

Boyd thanks her politely.

A wild Jackson appears. "Cupcakes, huh? Mind if I have one?"

"Go right ahead! They're for everyone."

"Thanks. Have you seen Lydia? There's some sort of rumor going around. I'm not sure what her deal is lately." 

"Last I heard? Left her house in the middle of the night, currently sought by search parties. But I didn't get that directly, so I might have it wrong."

"That's our Lydia. Oh well. Thanks for the cupcakes." 

"You're welcome!"

Cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes for everyone. And when she is all done handing them out, she looks around for the nearest friend to sit with.

By some contrivance, the nearest friend happens to be Matt.