(If I need to clean this up, please let me know.)<br/>As this conversation started well, Anastasia couldn't tell if Soo Lin had something on her mind or she was nervous. Heck, she'd be nervous herself. Especially if she was sitting with a handsome, well-kept and educated guy. Heck, if he was a Frenchman, she wouldn't be so relaxed! "It is. But it's all right to me, Soo Lin. I hope I pronounced that correctly." She answered, her accent slowly coming out. "For some reason, I like the cold. People usually don't like being out there as they can feel their body going numb. But really, if you try not to fight it, the cold doesn't really bother you. But I guess that's just me." The use of "eh?" was a surprise. Did Soo Lin spend time in Canada? Anastasia did several times. Saw many sights and made several friends. Though not brag-worthy, it's a topic for later.<br/><br/>As the time went on and the scenery began to pass them by, Anastasia thought of looking through one of her new cookbooks. But wouldn't it be rude to ignore her new acquaintance? And to her, having a soul to talk to would be better than watching the world pass by for the entire trip. "Well, Soo Lin... Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" She asked.<br/><br/>"I grew up in China for the first few years of my life and then my family moved to Canada. We run a restaurant, I guess that's how I got into cooking..." Soo Lin paused, casting her gaze down at her lap for a moment. It was no passion of hers to do this, but she did it for the sake of her family. She peeked up, trailing into silence while she looked out the window, watching blurry trees and street signs rolling past.<br/>Soo Lin jumped, having the sudden realization that she had stopped talking. "My favourite colour is indigo, and anyway, what about yourself?" She was better at listening, after all.<br/><br/>Naturally, she could be talking just to be kind, but the truth is Soo Lin was more interesting than her lazy roommate. She ran a hand through her wavy hair, giving Soo Lin her undivided attention. Though as she went further on about herself, Soo Lin seemed a little nervous about cooking. "Well, I was born in England. I lived there most of my life, but I came here to find a change of pace," She started. Anastasia turned to Soo Lin, flashing a warmer smile. "I've only cooked for three years now. But I haven't found my specialty yet... But tell me, do you enjoy cooking, Soo Lin?" She asked.<br/><br/>England, of course. To Soo Lin's knowledge, it was a stereotype, but Anastasia certainly had the grace and beauty of an Englishwoman. A change of pace? So this girl had goals and was confident enough to change her life for them. Yet, she didn't say as much about herself as Soo Lin had hoped she would. The conversation once again turned to herself.<br/><br/>Soo Lin was startled by Anastasia's question. Was the girl a psychic? Or perhaps just good at reading people. Then, she mused, that would be presuming she was a difficult book to read. She could be paper thin for all she knew.<br/>"I like it enough," she managed a smile. It wasn't that she disliked the art, but there were things she would much rather do with her life. A situation that came up often in many people's lives. She could be strong and handle it. She didn't want to lie to Anastasia, but confessing her deepest fears to a somewhat stranger was not Soo Lin's forte.<br/>The bus suddenly began to slow down, giving Soo Lin an excuse to not elaborate. She glanced out the window in surprise before her eyes were guided to the front by an announcement.<br/><br/>"We're stopping for a thirty-minute break. You should consider getting lunch here as well as the camp may require you to wait until dinner before you can get a meal. Do not wander off into the plantations or the woods as they are private property. That is all."<br/>Soo Lin turned to Anastasia. "Shall we go get something together...?" she asked, beginning to put on her coat. She was used to being alone; if Anastasia had other arrangements or friends she would otherwise rather be with, Soo Lin didn't mind. Or, at least, she psyched herself into not caring. A sort of pseudo-feeling to the real thing. At least Soo Lin was looking forward to eating. Anastasia simply nodded her head in agreement as he got up from her seat, taking a covered basket with her. "Let's get going." She said.