Then she and the remaining cupcakes will sit over there.

"Think I made too many?" she asks, eyeing the box. There are enough left that most people could probably have seconds, if they cared to come raid the box. "I may have overestimated how much my assistants were going to poach."

"Don't think I haven't realized your dastardly plan to keep us all well-fed and happy. How long until you start the sensory deprivation?"

"Excuse you, I plan to be a benevolent overlord."

"Well, I look forward to servicing my new master." 

"Which assistants were these, again? I'm imagining Keebler elves, help me out." 

"Scott and Stiles. Scott has decided to be my cooking apprentice and Stiles has decided to tag along and help out so he can pillage the cupcakes."

"Pillaging is more my style than cooking, sorry to say. I'll just have to bring something else to the table." 

He takes another, unwrapping it slowly. 

"I'm sure you'll find your niche."

"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?"