"You've come to the appropriate place to find air, then, ... Piper! There's plenty to go around for us all outside."
If anyone else had said what she had just said, in any other way, it might've appeared intentionally rude or intentionally sarcastic. But when Helene had said it, she'd meant every syllable in her utterly genuine delight. Although her ways weren't horribly childish, they were just enough unsophisticated to demonstrate to any one who caught on easily to such tiny hints, that, she wasn't all that socialized as far as her current peers were. She'd even grinned as brightly as the moon. Glancing both to the girl, and to Piper. Now, she'd have to learn the girl's name as well. This was the first time she'd really spoken to people who seemed near her age.
"My name is Helene. Would either of you fancy a pastry?" she began to rummage through a large sack which she used as a purse -- it wasn't a pretty thing by any stretch of the imagination, no matter how much her intentions were golden. It was frayed at it's edges and it's embroideries' threads coming out, begging to be patched. "I've gotten them from a very lovely pastry maker, he's brilliant really."