Larissa listened eagerly as the girls slowly discussed their intentions with her. Her eyes wondered at the tables on her left and right; filled with fruits, biscuits, potato chips, tortilla chips and chocolate chips. Jars of honey, jam, chocolate and milk were lined in a colorful march on a nearby table. Her body ached under the cool breeze, wishing for any of these condiments to cover her. "Come on chicas, be creative" she encouraged playfully. She knew Xavi would come anytime now and he wouldn't like it if she only had a strawberry on her bellybutton.