Abby's stomach churned at the thought of shopping. She saw how skinny she was in the bathroom, and also worried that if she gained weight, she'd need new clothes constantly. She couldn't put that burden on someone. She also worried of how clothes would fit on her body as she gained weight, and what people would think of her when they saw her. People could be so cruel when they don't even know the whole truth. Back in her old home, people at her old school would call her cruel names and make fun of her. She was alone, and had no friends. The teachers even teased her from time to time. The nicknames 'starving whore', 'anorexic slut', and much more cruel things began churning into her head as she tried not to let her emotions show on the surface. She simply continued and eat and gave a simple nod.<br/><br/>When she finished eating, she then listened to the information Scholar had given her, absorbing it like a sponge. After listening to him, Abby instinctively raised her hand, and was going to say something. However, she realized she raised her hand up, and with embarrassment, lowered her hand. Her mind had delved too far into memories of school. She felt her stomach churn again, but she ignored it and tried to shove those awful memories into the back of her mind...or out of her ears. Whichever one got rid of the memories quicker. Her attention went back to Scholar, as she looked at him, making note that his eyes were extremely beautiful to her. Of course, it was more of admiration and the fact that she hadn't seen eyes like Scholar's before.<br/><br/>"I want to explain a few things, if that's okay, sir," Abby started as she looked at him, "I don't like fancy things. I never have. Even if I had the opportunity to experience nice, fancy things, I prefer simple things. I actually don't mind that my room is plain. I mean, maybe a pale pink bed sheets, and a dresser with a mirror, and I'd be content with that. I don't know much about technology since I've never gotten to use it. I enjoy things such as flowers, and nature, and I love to sing in private. I love the color white, because it makes me feel like things are simple, and calm and tranquil. Even though I've been forced to clean and do such tasks in my old home, I feel like I'm being respectful if I do clean and help around. I feel like it shows I'm not here to just take advantage. Maybe that's why people think I'm weird. I just prefer simple things instead of material things. I also can cook since I'm used to doing so all the time. I know, I'm a weird child... but then again, I'm sure you could see that by meeting me." she chuckled at the last part, trying to make light of what she said. She then got her plate and put the fish bones and such in the garbage before walking to the sink and setting the dish down. Then, she walked back to the table to finish drinking her water, and nervously awaited Scholar's response.