"Yeah, I guess they do," Lark agreed, smiling faintly. "I pictured something so different before coming here. Which is kind of weird to say, since at the same time I didn't know what to expect. I guess that doesn't make sense." She'd realized her expectations only after arriving, and finding surprise after surprise. She had definitely pictured something a bit more structured. Lark had never been one for reality TV, but it had been her mom's guilty pleasure. On shows like the Real World, everyone got to know each other in the first day. Maybe they didn't always eat dinner together (as far as the viewer saw, anyway), but they usually started out that way. Before they started sleeping around and hating each other. She was waiting for someone to take charge. Determine chore lists and meal times and something. Anything. The party (or parties, maybe) was a good start, but not really her thing all at the same time. She had never gone to that many parties. Birthday parties when she was a kid, sure, and she got her fair share of invites in high school, but she almost never went. It interfered with work.
"I'm Lark, by the way." She still didn't stand up, but she did raise her hand in offering. Her parents had taught her well the importance of a firm handshake.