Nod nod.

“I was going to say ‘unless you want a tour I should let you get back to your breakfast’ but honestly if you wanted to eat in here where it’s safer that’d be fair.”

"What's it look like I'm doing?" She's gotten through a fair bit of her French toast.

“Okay, yeah, that was kind of silly of me.”

"It's very tasty."

“I will take that as more of a compliment when you’ve spent more time not eating thinly-disguised horrible sludge.”

"I didn't have froofy standards before that either."

Hey Backchannel is that just normal food preference variation or is she implying something bad about her pre-Scholomance food situation.

Her hippie mom fed her hippie vegetarian food off the grid. There was plenty but she is not accustomed to, like, restaurants or even the benefits of having any kitchen appliances.

“It’s a good thing for the student body that I grew up in the middle of London where the food variety is: yes.”

nomnomnom.

When the French toast is gone - "was there anything else you wanted to ask me...?"

“Not specifically.”

"I've left all my books and such in my room, so I can't really do my studying in here."

“Ah. Gotcha.” She offers her a hand for exduction.

Hand.

And El is once again on the cafeteria side of Kareen.

"Cheers." And she's off.

Nia's back for seconds!

“Nia! I have had two visitors now and neither one has thrown up.”

"Do you want a third?"

“I would love a third!”

"How do I do this?"

Kareen holds out a hand.

Handhold?

Handhold! And then Nia is on the other side!