the way it has to be

Blinking twice, Violet's words sank in with her, and suddenly cacophonous laughter rang out within the cafe. She grabbed her sides and doubled over, trying to calm herself. "No," she giggled, "No, it's alright!" She took in a couple deep calming breaths. "I'm just laughing, because I almost said rather the same thing..." And she started laughing again.

Cordy groaned, taking Violet's hand and carefully stepping onto the chair and hoisting herself off the counter. "Why did you have to mop.... Never mind." Once she was safely on the floor again, her disposition jumped back to one of effervescence. "Fifteen minutes... yes!" 

It depends on how accurate you want the thing to be I suppose. Though in all honesty, that’s not a bad thing to check in to.

Right? I thought it was quite brilliant, although I'm afraid they might be pretty pricey. And who's to say they'll behave just like us, if not for a pretty penny more. It's a matter of trust now...

“Interesting?  What do you mean by that?” She laughed. She started to wonder if there was someone else who liked Jasper besides her. She wasn’t too sure she was in any state to battle over a boy. She hated confrontation. Confrontation had given her nothing but trouble. Sure, he was handsome. But she barely knew the guy. Still, her new friend’s comment did spark her curiosity, and that was always a dangerous road.

"Oh, I just mean that I haven't really been looking," Cordy shrugged. Since she wasn't actively looking, the half a dozen times in the last two years that she'd noticed some attractive young men, didn't really imprint on her. She'd either brush them off as the standard run-of-the-mill handsome bloke, or figure they wouldn't give her the time of day. Or, at least not the right time of day. Maybe a couple hours off.

Nora nodded, catching her breath. “I’m…I’m fine.” She gulped, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. “Sharp…objects make me nervous. Childhood trauma and all that.” She smiled at her new friend, doing her best to reassure her that she was fine. That was the fourth time this week she’d made a public outburst due to some random household object. If she kept this up…No. She wouldn’t think about it.

Not entirely convinced that the entire situation was properly handled, Cordelia looked Nora up and down to check for injury. Finally deciding nothing was truly amiss, she smiled and followed Nora's lead.