Katie tried to take in all the people surrounding her but felt herself getting stressed out. Ice Eyes, Ice Eyes. She wouldn't eat dinner. That was how she'd gain control of the situation. She would only push the food around her plate so it would look like she'd eaten plenty. She wouldn't let the chicken touch her lips when she tasted it. Because she would have to have at least one sample and let Woody's mother know how much she appreciated her cooking. Anxiety, anxiety.
"Nice to meet everyone" she said, a smile covering up her tense face muscles. She didn't know. She really didn't.