Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"I'm serious, I did in fact go through an extensive period of eating very little!"
He giggles a little, then sighs. "What I've been trying to hint at is that I would very much rather not talk about—that."
"Probably we'll watch a movie actually in the same room, and she'll look through my portfolio for the last month and a half because she can't psion pictures out of my head yet, and I will attempt to con her into doing my English homework."
"Portfolio? And do you actually expect to succeed in conning her like that?"
"Drawings. And yeah I do, I can't get you to write it down but you always give me an essay's worth of opinions if I plot summary a book and manage to make it sound really frustrating!"
"I can see her doing that," he nods. "And ooh drawings, I wanna see those too!"