Lips curved upwards into a crooked grin. High school in Egypt had been different. Being in the middle of clubs and working hard in the name of the student body, she was fairly popular even with her bookworm-like tendencies. But here, in a country that was much more free, she often times felt as if she were a piece of a puzzle that might never fit with her social circles. Ras had it even more difficult than she did, though he hid it well.
Allowing for her purse to slip off her arm and plop to the ground just beneath the table, her knees bent so that she could open the tin of cookies without her bottom being in the air. Because surely nobody wanted to see that. Cheeks tinted at the compliment, such things always making her feel self-conscious and unsure of how to respond. "Well, I thought that you might like to take some back with you." A pause, her eyes looking anywhere but at him so that he wouldn't see the color across her nose. "And thank you. So do you." Was that what she was supposed to say on a...whatever this was?
Reaching into one of the bowls, she picked up a piece of popped corn and slipped it into her mouth as she rose. "It's perfect." Nodding at his gesture towards the couch, fingers rose to tuck loose lock of chocolate behind her ear as she picked the right side for herself. But not even Layla could allow herself to be awkward and uncomfortable on a couch, and immediately booted calves crossed atop the cushion.
"I will be open minded. I promise. If you promise next time," if this worked out okay and she was comfortable with that, "that I will pick the hilariousness to share. Okay?"