The odd nickname gave her no pause. "Seriously, what's with the creepy dead women's names? I rather like them, but the references? Questionable. Madeline comes back to life and falls on her brother and kills him. Was she a walrus? I don't even know. And Lenore had some weird animal connection to ravens in death, apparently." Maddie wiggled her fingers in the air dismissively and tossed her head back, well aware that she'd find no answers to life's myriad questions on the topic of high literature in Willowbrook's cafeteria. She took another bite of pickle, smiled wickedly with tightly closed lips and wiggled her butt on the prep table in reply. She didn't move.
Screwing the top back on the pickle jar, Maddie set it down and hopped off of the table. She followed Lenore to the fridge and dropped her head atop her cousin's shoulder for a moment, thoughtful as the other girl returned the jug to it's shelf.
"How very Megamind of you." Maddie briefly wondered if she could make enough people to feel the pain of Lenore's salsa slip-up to satisfy her need to mass suffering with her empath abilities. Tongue in cheek, of course. She moved to the side and propped her shoulder against the other, closed refrigerator door. After a moment of twisting her lips and considering Lenore's crestfallen expressions, she sighed. "I think ... I wasn't sure if I should mention it, but it seemed to me that he meant well. There was more to it, more than he shared. He definitely wasn't trying to hurt you, at least." Maddie shrugged, not sure if there was anything she could say that would make Lenore feel any better about it. Break ups sucked for everyone, regardless of the situation.
"If a Despicable Me style salsa plot is what you're looking for, then say no more!" Maddie headed for the storage room door, hoping Willowbrook's stock of salsa wasn't too extensive.