After a while, though, she has finally successfully bludgeoned everyone into eating, cleaning themselves up, and getting all of their stuff together. She contemplates a cup of coffee, decides she didn't really need all of her growth anyway, downs it and gets everyone out the door.
An hour later, her siblings are in their respective classrooms, Jenny's safely ensconced in her own seat, and man is she feeling bouncy. Today's a great day, it's going to be great, let's go!
(Coffee was not Jenny's best idea ever.)
"Hmmmmmmmmm. Too close to call. The closer one has frozen yogurt, though, and the farther one does milkshakes? If that helps?"
"Oooooh. I don't know. The siren lure of toppings is pretty siren. Bella, shakes or froyo?"
"Awesome. Front steps after school? Well, mostly you, Bella," she says apologetically. "I have this sneaky suspicion Soph's in more of my classes."
"Want to see what we've got?" Jenny offers Soph a rather beat up copy of her schedule, extracted from the front pocket of her binder, for comparison purposes. "We should have most things together, I think, except maybe stuff like languages."
"Are you not in Spanish? I'm in Spanish." Soph produces her schedule, which has been folded and annotated but not wrinkled or smudged.
"I'm in Spanish," Jenny says, and grins mischievously. "It's just Italian with an s at the end, it's great!"
Exactly zero people should take Jenny's evil laugh seriously. She is terrible at it.
Soph giggles. "Noooo! Spare me! You might invite me to go for ice cream again! I'd never recover!"
"I should probably have been more sneaky about it. Hi, let's go for ice cream, nothing suspicious here."
She leaves out the 'which is weirdly difficult, here,' part. Their dad is chief of police, surely they know this. And the sophomore class hasn't been that bad yet.
"Though full disclosure, if my choices are death or lack of ice cream, I have to think about it."
"Well, of course. Chocolate helps with everything. Except maaaaybe chocolate allergies."