She nods, "They're really busy." which might just be an excuse. She hadn't done anything to reach out. Always expecting nothing to be there when she did.
Everyone always left.
She shrugs. Sometimes. Whatever. She could express herself just fine with pigment. Words were strange and foreign to her sometimes.
"Sounds interesting. What pieces?" Maybe she'd go to a farmer's market. Get a vegetable. But she knew she couldn't be weighted down just in case. Farmers Markets sounds like prime time for that happy tree hugger.
"What would constitute 'weird'?" they kinda dealt in weird all the time.