Good, Briony was going to come with her. Bubbles hadn't thought that she was going to refused since people didn't really tell her no, but there'd been the slightest of chances that another demon would have a slightly higher tolerance to her and her ways. Except this demon really was just a kid, not a grown-up who happened to have decided to stay as one forever. So Bubbles had a leg up there. "Yeeaaah that'd be the one. And if you saw the news then you know that she got attacked by a vampire too." This was knowledge that Bubbles coveted, but was sharing as they walked to the other table just in case Briony didn't know. Two playing could be more fun than one and she didn't need to have all the fun when it was just another girl and not an animal that only she should be allowed to play with. Bubbles could be particular about these things. She'd never had another demon her size to play with after all.
Look at Kristen being all quiet and staring at her tray. Then she was actually saying hi and offering seats to them. Bubbles guessed that made sense since she'd been sort of friendly to the girl when she'd met her out in front of her porch, but inside she still thought it was pretty funny. "Hey there Kristen!" Bubbles chirped brightly, trying to forget her irritation over not having gotten an apple juicebox as she plopped down on the other side of the short table, loving that her feet actually touched the ground. That was what was so great about elementary school tables, they were short like her. Everything in the world should be kid-sized and the adults would just feel like clumsy giants. Bubbles liked that idea a lot. She was going to have to see if there was anything that could be done about that at least where she was living right now. "You're not eating your lunch, don't you like it?" And that was when she saw it. The apple juice box she'd been craving on Kristen's tray. "You should trade me juices. I hate grape." That wasn't really a question because it wasn't an option. Bubbles would gladly just take the thing and accept a scolding from some teacher who thought she knew better. The important thing would be that she'd gotten the juice she wanted. If they denied her her naps at this school they could at least give her the damn juice that didn't taste like death.