It was one thing for Bubbles to say that she liked her lunch box -- and Briony didn't think she had even really looked at it -- but it was something else for someone like Kristen to say it. With that nicey-nice sincerity that came with trying to be all friendly with someone you probably didn't even like. The drawings on the damn thing had made the teachers stop mid-sentence and change subject to what Mommy and Daddy were like at home. A nine year old that didn't come with an arsenal of unholy magic on the tip of their tongue wasn't supposed to look at it and like it. For the briefest of moments, the Demon of Fear turned to stare at the side of Kristen's head, her face blank but for the sharp glare in her eyes that she couldn't quite get rid of. Demons could use manners -- it could freak people out something wonderful -- but the Aussie was only being polite and Briony hated it. Because it made the places where she still needed to improve and stuff more obvious. So she immediately turned her attention to her PB&J, set her juice box down and bit the corner off, eventually smiling cheerfully at the girl with cheeks full of food like a hamster. See, she could be friends too. If you had the spine for it. Oh, who was she kidding, she just had people she thought were fun. Wasn't the same thing. "That's my brother Hayden," she stated happily, pointing out that particular doodle. "He's all dead." They were all 'all dead'. To be fair, which she wasn't, he had said he was going to push her down the stairs the morning she had drawn that. Whether or not he was really all dead was not something she was going to share.
Pity she'd gone and given the juice box to Bubbles, though. Briony had kind of wanted to see what happened when the other demon was told no for real. And then maybe joined in by going right ahead and grabbing Kristen by the back of the neck. Which really wasn't a bad idea at all... but maybe in a minute. Or maybe in class. Perhaps she would just save that idea for when she got really bored. Because if the Aussie news lady wasn't doing the news then that had been what the American accent her Mommy had been listening to instead. Her eyebrows arched curiously and she swallowed her mouthful. They really were the best sandwiches ever. "Your sister's on the television?" Feigning ignorance came as naturally as breathing. "She getting better?" She had just seized Bubble's question and was running with it, tying it up with a string of concern that she wouldn't ever feel. "What's wrong with her?" Maybe the questions were packed too closely together and maybe it was deliberate, but Briony just stuck her straw back in her mouth and watched Kristen intently, not really caring. She had to answer one of them. Or she would definitely try making her.