Peaceful munching. And then if there's nothing else she needs to do before Teagan is downstairs she'd like to go get some coding done. One of her personal projects, this time, a fun little toy for generating interestingly animated abstract patterns that it's easy to work on for a while and put down on short notice without losing a ton of context.

She can finish munching first! Eventually she hears the water running in the upstairs bathroom, and then Teagan comes - or perhaps more accurately, swaggers - downstairs. 

Her makeup from last night is gone; she looks younger without it. Her hair is loose and bursting out around her head in a messy voluminous bedhead style that comes off surprisingly stylishly and looks like she might have done it on purpose.

She’s wearing pajamas. Or, rather, she’s wearing a clinging, lacy, partly see-through nightgown that does not leave much to the imagination, and a slinky bright-red silk robe on top. It is fairly clear from her body language that she’s waiting to see how Evelyn reacts.

Miranda keeps her gaze firmly above Teagan's nose level and feels guilty about being an undisclosed adult. "Good morning."

Teagan actually stops rather than heading onward to the kitchen. "Whatcha doing?" She comes over to peer at the computer screen, apparently not at all considering whether this might be rude. 

In this instance it's not rude at all, but it does activate her infodump trap card. "It's a little art program in Python, it makes a semi-random collection of overlapping polygons, repeats it around the circle for symmetry, and then semi-randomly picks how to animate them, so it's different every time. Sort of like a kaleidoscope." It's currently in the stage she thinks of as "refactor open heart surgery" where it doesn't run and won't be able to run any time in the next five minutes, but she has a folder of screenshots of outputs she's liked and she can show those off if Teagan stands still for it. (She stopped making eye contact and went back to typing about three seconds into the initial explanation.)

"You're such a weirdo," Teagan says, sounding very impressed. She scratches her head. "Happen to know if Ms. stuffy old foster mom stocks Red Bull? I'm parched." 

"Oooh, I dunno," she says, and then cuts herself off before adding "caffeine makes me feel like crap" because she doesn't have a non-mystery-related source for that fact. "Probably not? I know she's got coffee."

"Gross!" Teagan mimes sticking a finger down her throat and making puking noises. "Know if there's, like, a convenience store anywhere nearby?" 

"There's one in easy driving distance but I'm take your pick of too lazy, too bad at directions, and too dachshund-legged to have any clue if it's in easy walking distance," she jokes. "Fortunately Google Maps has none of those problems." Alt-tab, new tab, maps.google.com, where is the convenience store other than 'at the other end of a car ride'?

Google Maps can answer her questions! There's a tiny strip mall or something, with a Raley's grocery store, a nine minute walk away, apparently. 

Teagan grins at her. "You're actually pretty great, you know." 

She looks away from the computer long enough to smile back. "Thanks." (Not that she actually did anything cool there other than be sitting at a computer at the right time, lol.)

"You have any plans today besides finding Red Bull?"

Shrug. Glower. "Hadn't thought about it. Obviously I want to, like, go out and have fun with my mates? But we're in fuckoff middle of nowhere and I doubt Ms. Proper Stuffy Evelyn will let me anyway." 

"Tell 'er it's important for your proper social development, she loves proper social development." Oh heck, was that mean humor? It was sort of walking the line between mean and affectionate and she is now judging herself for it. "Seriously though, I'm sure she'd rather you weren't lonely. Not sure what to do about the transit situation, though."

Teagan folds her arms and stares into the distance. "I doubt it. Just wait and see, she's going to think my friends are a," dramatic air-quotes, "'bad influence'. Like I said, it's one thing being a cute little kid - even a weirdo little kid, honestly I bet that helps for you - but no one likes teenagers." 

She looks at the middle distance and shrugs. "Yeah, I have a lot of advantages at, well, manipulating adults. Not easily shareable ones, unfortunately, but I'll aim for you being better off for it on net. Same as I am for the adults being better off on net." 

She wonders if "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance is out yet; Teagan would probably like it. Something to look up later when she isn't in the middle of a conversation.

Teagan looks mildly baffled by this little speech. 

...And thoughtful. She lowers her voice. "Hmm. Maybe I can go upstairs and sulk, and you can tell her that I'm pining and slowly wasting away over not seeing my friends, and the only way I'll ever ""settle"" here is if I have my normal social development or whatever?" 

"Yeah, I can do something like that." Should she do some kind of due diligence to make sure Teagan's friends aren't, like, the Nevada branch of the Yakuza first? Nah, it's none of her business and Evelyn will probably ask regardless. Actually she's forseeing an entirely excessive amount of telephone, so: "She might ask me a bunch of questions about whether your friends are, like, the Yakuza or whatever, up to you if you want to feed me charming factoids about them in advance. Uh, true ones only please."

Teagan stares blankly at her. "The what now? What the fuck is a Yakuza?" 

"Japanese mafia. Uh, in general when I say something ridiculous with a straight face it's an attempt to be funny."

"Right." Teagan will maybe look very slightly sheepish about failing to catch something intended to be a joke, but if so she hides it quickly. "Uh..."

She ducks her head. "...Man, I hate being interrogated about my mates and I'm trying to remember you're not a social worker out to get me. - I know, I know, you're stuck in kid prison too, and - you really are cool, you just - sometimes talk like you could be one of the," airquotes, "'professionals.'" 

Hm, maybe she didn't shift registers as hard as she thought she had. Or maybe Teagan can see through the register shift to the nosy parker within.

"The difference is, I'm capable of butting out when told to. Sorry for prying. --Do you still want me to go say something to Evelyn?"

Shrug. "....Maybe later. Sorry, I'm not dissing you, really. Just." A more emphatic shrug. "You know. ...I guess maybe you don't. It's - not you." 

(She's really not! She wouldn't have said out loud that Miranda was making her uncomfortable if she wasn't, like, provisionally trusting Miranda to be cool. Honestly, Teagan is mostly distracted by the fact that she didn't actually see Evelyn on her way downstairs and maybe she's about to pop out from the bathroom and catch them in the middle of an incriminating conversation. ...She maybe feels slightly guilty about the possibility of getting Miranda in trouble, even though that's a dumbass way to feel and she's mostly not looking at it. Also Miranda keeps surprising her and it's actually pretty unsettling - surprises aren't usually good, even if most of the ones here have been - but that's not Miranda's problem, is it.) 

She lowers her voice even further. "...I - don't know what to say about my mates, that's kinda putting me on the spot. I can, like, show you their Facebook pages later, when Evelyn's definitely busy?"  

Confused shrug. "Sure. Whatever you're cool with." It's so hard to balance showing a reasonable amount of interest in other people's lives and not asking intrusive questions when your natural inclinations are either "couldn't care less" or "unlimited curiosity" assigned to topics at apparent random. Something to practice.

Oh no that just got awkward and Teagan is pretty sure she's the one who made it that way. She shuffles her bare feet slightly on the floor.

....She really needs her caffeine fix. 

On further consideration, Teagan - is going to quickly go back upstairs and put on clothes that won't cause her foster mom to make faces. She didn't know when she got up that she might have the opportunity to go buy some stuff at the convenience store, or even better, go out. She's now inclined to save Evelyn's tolerance for things she might want later.