[Toul only just arrived the day before so she hasn't been everywhere possible in the prison yet. She's a little drowsy, not having gone to sleep until almost four in the morning. It's so strange how short the days are here. How can you exist with only twenty-four hours to get anything done? She yawns and stretches, trying to wake herself up. The butterflies are beautiful and the area feels very calm, which doesn't help her desire for sleep, but she is determined to not doze off. Best solution? Talk to people! She gets a small plate of pastries and then moves over to the long tables when she sees someone else.]