Briony always got a packed lunch for school. Why? Because in fourth grade the little demon had seen some kid with health problems who had to have a special lunch. She wanted a special lunch. In fact, so had almost every other kid in class, but she was the girl who came back with a note from her parents saying that from now on she was only ever going to have a home-made packed lunch. It'd been the best window of opportunity to terrorise the parental figures, and she had done so until they agreed to write that letter. And then, when the school tried to contest Briony's right to her very own lunch, she made them go in and talk to the Principal. That was never going to be an argument that Rachel and Paul Fells could lose, because they were cleverer than the Principal. Actually, Briony thought that she was. Anyway, no one seemed capable of understanding that the Fells family just might argue anything for her out of pure fear. The kind of fear that made the demon bounce around the kitchen with a kind of childish, excitable glee while poor, poor Rachel Fells managed to get PB&J all over the counter because her hands were shaking too much to spread any of it evenly. Luckily she didn't care about whether or not her sandwiches -- or the kitchen -- were tidy. She just wanted her PB&J. And juice boxes! And... and apple slices for after. The extra best bit was that her Mommy had gone back to make sure that all her lunch would be refridgerated so her apples slices wouldn't go all squishy.
All of this also meant she got to use a purple lunch box instead of having to carry stuff around on those trays. She'd doodled all over it with permanent markers. The teachers didn't like her using it, but... she didn't care. She didn't care that the adults and maybe the other kids found her drawings disturbing. It was sort of the point.
Blinking up at the nudge on her shoulder, Briony's eyebrows raised slightly at the notion of sitting next to, well, anyone. But unable to think of any real reason why she shouldn't other than "I just opened my lunch box." she shut the blue thing all up again and and shrugged, sliding out of her seat. "Alright." She was pretty sure she knew a Kristen though. Bubbles was the only new kid that she'd noticed, so this other girl had to be a previous classmate that she had just been rather expertly not paying any attention to and repelling by being herself. She'd never be able to stick a name to a face, though. Wasn't the kind of thing Briony paid enough attention to unless there was really a reason for her to develop any interest in the--Wait. She knew Kristen. Well, recognised Kristen. Because her accent was from Australia. It stuck right out. "The Aussie," she commented quietly, turning dark eyes to stare at her. "Her sister does the news." Her accent was annoying. If Briony really knew what it meant to open a book on something, she would open one on how long it would take until Kristen cried. She hugged her lunch box tightly and fell right back into the character she played in class, her posture slumping slightly. Not that different from the stupid shy thing that she'd been at mass. See? She was harmless. Harmless and wanted to go sit with the Aussie girl, dragging her feet almost naturally. She didn't even say hi, just gave a timid sort of smile.