In her usual style, Alli packs an hour before she has to leave and ultimately makes it out the door only ten minutes late after forgetting at least three vitally important items (her eyeliner!). But she makes it through Pearson security with plenty of time... well, more like barely enough time. But the important thing is, she's safely ensconced in her seat when they take off.
Once she's gotten her bag stowed and her legs rearranged in a doomed attempt at comfort and generally considers herself suitably settled, she turns to her seatmate. "Is your brain doing an Eeeeee France! thing too?"
Alli wanders back, two croissants in hand. She places one on the table in front of May and steals the remaining empty chair for herself. The metal frame makes a creaking, scraping sort of sound as she shoots it closer to the table. "There you go, May. Merde, that sound's annoying." She glares at her chair momentarily before refocusing on her food. "So! What'd I miss?"
May picks up her croissant. "Thanks! I have invented the non-biped-high-five and explained that going fullform doesn't cooperate well with my chair."
"You are sometimes also a biped! But you can keep the high fives for when I am actually a lion if you want."
"How do two legs even work?" Emma asks curiously. "Isn't balancing hard? Don't you... tip, or something?"
May puts down her croissant and produces her current notebook and puts it on a list.
"See if I can find what I am, learn magic in general and apply it to all the problems of the world and incidentally become a billionaire," says May.
Alli licks the last of her croissant crumbs from her fingers and purrs with satisfaction. "Best croissants. You almost ready for bookstore-ing? It's point one on The List! Possibly also points two and four!"