Savannah leaned over to meet the proffered hand with her own. "Nice to meet you." Her question brought a sort of absent smile to her face. "And, no, that's my sister. She's the blonde, I'm the brunette." She lifted her shoulders in a cheerful sort of shrug. "It was totally in back home."
Just like the designer outfit she wore...
"You're probably way more likely to see Samantha in the greenhouse or the library or something, though. I'm way more into this than she is. She's so lucky she doesn't have to care about gaining weight."
That wasn't, precisely, what she meant. Samantha didn't have anorexia -- Savannah did. Of course, Chelsea couldn't know that, though.