"Figures," she murmured, rolling her eyes playfully at him. He'd returned, though, that's all that mattered. There had been a small part of her that thought he might not, if it turned out that he found some place better after the therapy. Kitty slipped her hands in her pockets and smiled happily. "That's good, Calvin! That's really good, and you look it. Probably not with much help from all the food I sent you." Kitty didn't know if they let people have chips there, but that was important so she had to make sure. "As for me, I'm great! Um, pff, I mean not much has changed," Kitty rubbed her neck. "Some stuff, I guess...less stressed now that school's out. You did get those care packages, right?"