Cassandra grinned broadly, "Yes." She might have taken a bunch of things that she thought were interesting and cute. Glenda had told her to help herself. Cassandra opened a desk drawer and pulled out a colorful stick with a rabbit head on top. "I don't know what P-E-Zed is but look," she was so happy with her PEZ dispenser despite not knowing what it was for and happily pulled the head back and forth. No candy came out as it was long gone.
Wasn't he just so sweet? Peter was very special and his friends, such as they were, didn't really understand that. "It is not the visions that I am afraid of anymore - it is the death that will follow them eventually. Either it will be sudden and painful or it will be slow and agonizing as I gradually lose a sense of self." She would not say it out loud but she would rather die painfully than gradually go mad. The latter would have been terribly... embarrassing. "How horridly morbid. Let us ignore that."
Cassandra smiled fondly at him, "I just don't want you feeling like you're intruding at any point."