<em>Ask anything you want</em>It had been one of those casual, friendly offers, but it immediately sent a torrent of questions rushing through Katie's mind.  None of those questions would ever reach the outer air, though.  They'd be just too rude!  Even now, she could feel her cheeks reddening at the very thought of having thought the questions, let alone thought of asking them.  Imagine!  Thankfully, Lauren stepped in and interrupted the train of thought with her own questions, giving the blushing Katie a moment's reprieve.<br/><br/>She munched a few crisps, and nodded to the answers, hearing her tum growling a little louder, now that it remembered that there should have been proper food in there a while ago.  As if she wasn't embarrassed enough.  Katie had never been much one for clubs and things.  They usually involved other people, and she never really got along with most of the ones she'd met before coming here.  They all considered her kind of weird for being so bookish.<br/><br/>The arrival of the bags was like a little signal flare to Katie.  A tailor made excuse to not be rude, but to take a few minutes to settle a few things in her mind (and read that dratted pamphlet from cover to cover again!).  "I should probably unpack and stuff.  Is supper a formal thing?  Do we dress up for it?"<br/><br/>[ooc: not a worry at all  ;)  I'll just include it in with Katie, and she'll have made a simple linguistic misunderstanding.]