"I guess." She replied, wondering if that had ever been helpful. It was hard, trying to see what she felt through the lenses of it actually being other people's feelings. Certain events felt like they were adding up in a different way - maybe she wasn't lucky, but her Empathy let her know something was happening? She couldn't be sure, not now anyway. "But mostly it's... Like at the party, when I went into the main room? I thought I was going to explode. I felt happy and sad and scared and nervous and excited and angry and so many things. I don't even know which of those feelings were really mine or if they all were." It was the hardest part of it all, identifying where her emotions started and ended. "Like right now, am I in a good mood because I'm in a good mood, or because you are?"
Watching him dip the toast into the egg brought another memory up. "Dip-dip eggs." She said, blushing when she realized how dumb that sounded. "I don't even know where that came from, wow. I think someone used to call them that when I was a kid. But we never got sunny-side up eggs in the group homes, they were always scrambled." Which tasted like crap with toast. "Scrambled eggs always made me feel sick, remember?" Any morning they actually had scrambled eggs, she always got a stomach ache.