"I'm checking the place out. I belong to this obscure crittery religion now, got to know what it's about."

Jenny giggles. "I belong to a perfectly normal non-crittery religion, thank you very much!"

"Normal?" the centaur asks dryly.

"Yessss, thank you! And not even a little obscure," Jenny replies airily. Then she refocuses. "Oh! Sorry. Emma, this is Alli and May, they go to school with me. Alli, May, this is my friend Emma."

"Hi, Emma," says May. "I was referring to asking Alli earlier if being a critter is more like, I forget what else, or belonging to an obscure religion. No offense meant."

Alli just waves hello.

"Oh it's totally fine, don't worry! I didn't think you meant actually," Jenny reassures her. "Whatcha think of Avalon so far?"

"It's - pleasantly surreal?"

"Oh! Jenny, is this-"

"The new critter girl from France? Yep!"

"Ohhh. Um, sorry, May. I thought you were just, uh- visiting Toronto, or something, at first. Welcome?"

"No, I live in town," May says. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Emma responds, not dishonestly but still somewhat automatically. "Oh, um, sorry, should've asked- are you two eating here? Did you want to sit? I can move." Her horse half is taking up a fair bit of space, but it's readily movable to the far side of the table to make space if necessary.

"But I don't have a croissant yet!" Alli says, feigning piteousness.

"I could use some room to roll up," May says. "Thanks."

"You okay to stay here if I go grab us croissants?"

"Sure. Thanks."

"Wicked. Back in a sec!" And Alli heads in the direction of pastries.

Emma scoots around the table until she's taking up the spaces behind the table rather than the spots to the side of her. "Better? Can you fit okay?"

"Yep. Non-biped-high-five." May holds up her hand.

Emma is slightly startled by this, but May can have a shy high five anyway. "You're, um. Adjusting okay, then...?" she asks tentatively.

"I mean, it's a shock? Especially since Alli's never seen one of me before and I haven't looked through the library yet. But I'm rolling. So to speak."

"I read kinda a lot; if you want to change I might recognize you?" Emma offers.

"Soooo very a lot," Jenny laughs.