"You're fun to hang out with too, Belle." Delia said, smiling. "I'm so glad we're not on this island all alone." Delia began to grease cookie sheets and spoon out batter. She had completely guessed for all the proportions, but she'd made chocolate chip cookies enough times to be confident that they'd turn out okay. "And maybe we'll make more new friends at dinner tonight." She wasn't quite as concerned with that, though. Now that she had one person she knew, she was content.
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