Hugging her lunch box harder, and risking cracking it like she had done loads of times before, Briony bit the corner of her lip and forced herself not to smirk. "Shhh, I'll crack up," her whisper shook slightly with giggles that she was not letting surface for real. Because if she let it show just how funny that was, then she would not be able to stop laughing until a teacher came over and yelled at her. Then all smiles would stop because Briony really hated being interrupted by mortals like that and she wasn't in the mood to humour them by playing the child. She'd done that yesterday at mass. It got boring too many days in a row.
But that was funny. Someone offering her, Briony Fells, a place at their lunch table. Someone from her own class, even. A kid who had probably stood next to her at some point, either deliberately or because they weren't paying attention, and gotten all uncomfortable. Or moved too close to her all by accident and brushed against her hand -- she always knew when they did that because she got that menthol feeling wherever their skin had touched hers. Briony wasn't laughing, though. Her face stayed the exact same way it had been before; a shy smile that maybe lit up a bit when Kristen asked them if they wanted to sit. All the demon really had to do was stand there to make the girl uncomfortable. All Bubbles had to do was sit there and talk. Together -- ooh, together -- yeah, she'd sit down. "Yes, please," even though Bubbles was already seated and quite happily continuing as Briony supposed she usually would. She just slid her lunch box onto the table and then took a seat next to Kristen, if only so she could watch what Bubbles was doing better. Oh, and then the Aussie was right next to her. All she needed to do was reach across. "Thank you." Like you had a choice. Her lunch box popped open and -- her juice box was strawberry. It was definitely hers, though, because she'd rather see Bubbles upset the mortal kid over the apple juice. "Grape tastes icky," she agreed, her voice quiet but firm, stabbing her straw into her juice box rather viciously. It was satisfying. She was also lying, because she didn't mind grape. Sticking the straw in her mouth, Briony glanced between the two drinks in question and then turned to look at Kristen. She doubled-dared her not to flinch at all.