Samuel
*That was a lot to take in. A lot more than Sora thought there would be. She didn't know the way the stars aligned could mean so much. Regardless, it was fascinating, and she listened to it all intently as the fire cackled on the side.*

*At least, as much as the Girafarig said before she began to wheeze.*

*Sora was quick to force herself up and attempt to help, but it was futile as she fell down, still unable to support her own weight. In that quick moment, she was too focused on herself to hear what else the Girafarig had to say. But, she was quick to compose herself after falling down again.*

"That was really interesting..." *Sora took a shot in the dark and assumed the Girafarig was finished when she couldn't hear her speaking anymore.* "I bet you're commonly looked at as all wise, and stuff..."

*Though what she did hear clearly, however, were the harsh words from the other voice around. She wasn't going to say anything when she heard it the first time, but it started to seem like a constant thorn in the stranger's side. Far more than she could justify simply letting be.*

"You know, that was pretty mean." *Sora's breathing was starting to get a little better as she began speaking again.* "What's their deal, huh?"
Michael
Cassie gave Sora a look, one born from the concept of stupor.

"Not really," She said, riding the low of her high tentatively. Before she spoke next, she lowered her head close to the fire, bathing in a warmth unnatural in the night.

"Loser," Pollux said. He then attempted to chomp at a loose ember.

The leading half of the Girafarig looked to Sora with panic, one molded by a lifetime of sadness; as though she had just been let down. A million thoughts undoubtedly crossed her mind in that moment, and Pollux seemed to visibly *Sicken*, confused and lost.

"Uhm. It's nothing!" Having to explain that Pollux was simply voicing the things she was thinking always barred her from making friendships, so she dodged, as though that part of the conversation was a hole in the road. She knew how to distract herself-

"Are you hungry, perchance? Walking for a long time always makes me famished!"
Samuel
*To say Sora was simply shocked that was the case would be an understatement. Knowing the stars along with the stories they told seemed like such a fascinating, and at certain times even, convenient curiosity. The way that the stranger explained it was quick to get Sora intrigued to learn more.*

*As for the topic of the other voice, was that really just nothing?*

*Well, nothing could've very much been the truth of it. Either that, or just an easy way to dodge a touchy subject. Sora would know, as she'd done that a lot. Whatever the truth of the matter was though, she was aware that it wasn't her place to pry and just chalked it up to them being a bit of an ass. No pun intended, of course.*

*Plus, she was more focused on a certain topic the stranger brought up.*

"You bet I am. Have any food?" *Sora felt like she hadn't eaten anything good in ages. That is, unless you counted the intake of a single cup of tea as food. So if the stranger was willing to share some of their own, of course she was going to hop on the opportunity to get some.*
Michael
"I will in a few!" Cassie chirped, before jostling about in her bag. She did this psychically and sloppily, as if she truly did have invisible hands at her disposal. "I learned a lot, living by myself in Fey," She started, teething her tongue and pulling free a number of objects.

First was a thick shard of sorts, one that unraveled into a segmented plate. It was steel, and obviously meant for cooking. Cassie put the telescope back into her saddle, and instead positioned the tripod just over the fire. The plate went over that.

Next, were the ingredients. A bag of flour, a vial of salt and a jar of sugar. A little pot of oil as well, with no indication to the sort, and a crystalized jug. This jug, odd as it was, looked frozen. It sent the softest of vapors into the air, like a winter breath.

She started fussing over a small bowl, combining ingredients with practiced precision.

Pollux was quiet, for once, trying to eye Cassie's busy work.

"I'm terribly sorry, I don't know your name yet. I'm Cassie, and this is Pollux. Our friends call us Syrup and Flapjack." Pausing for a second, she checked on the plate before adding a little oil. "Have you been in Fey long?"
Samuel
*Sora watched silently as Cassie worked her magic, pulling out the ingredients and putting the telescope away. She thought about how it feels as if she's run into a lot of psychics today, and wondered if it meant anything in particular. The Sylveon would shake her head shortly after, as if to say to herself probably not.*

*From there, Sora remained still on the ground as her focus was watching the Girafarig prepare the food. She didn't have any idea on what it could be, which made the process all the more enticing to watch. She was in such a trance over it, that it took her a few moments before it registered that the Girafarig had told her their names, alongside asking for her own.*

"Oh!" *The Sylveon raised her head as she snapped back to reality.* "I'm Sora."

*Cassie and Pollux, yeah? With Syrup and Flapjack as nicknames, too? It was nice to know their names now, thought Sora. She also wondered where the nicknames came from too, as she had to admit they sounded kind of cute.*

"It's good to formally meet you two." *Sora would extend her ribbon out as a form of handshake, but considering Cassie was in the middle of something, she decided to hold off on that for now.*
Michael
Undoubtedly aware of half of her question being ignored, Cassie gave Sora another look. Then she looked back to the plate before pouring her mixture into the pot, making four splotches. The batter was quick to sizzle.

"I don't have real milk, the sort that Miltank make. Instead, I use almond milk. Everything else, you can just buy from most marketplaces, but you've got to know how to make almond milk. There's sort of a technique to it, you know?" She fell into a lull, while the jacks cooked, watching for the signs to flip. And once they came, she scooped the cake up mentally, flopped it onto its uncooked side and covered the plate with a pan. It was strange that she wasn't using the latter in the first place.

"Most people don't know, but if you cover them while they're cooking, they rise and get fluffier," Cassie explained.

As far as she could tell, the three of them were getting used to the quiet. It hadn't been quite comfortable, as that was impossible for first meetings, but it got to about as nice as it could have been.

A minute or so late, Cassie uncovered the pancakes, plucked them up from their inferno, stacked two of them on a napkin and offered them to Sora. She pulled out a jar of pecha berries, as well, slightly chilled due to once being so close to her refrigerating bottle.

"Almond pancakes! Help yourself to the fruit," Cassie said, helping herself. She even fed Pollux some, flaking off bits and blobs of the elevated ends. Truth be told, they looked more like scones than pancakes...