Esther nodded to his last sentence.  "That, I totally agree with."  she said easily.  She smiled as she moved, feeling that exaggerated potency rushing through her as she moved around the track.  So, it wasn't gone.  It was a sign of hunger.  Or perhaps more accurately, a sign of strength, of getting ready to feed.  This thing was becoming more and more interesting, truth be told.  And if her evening plans were actually going to go off tonight, it was safe bet she needed to find it something.  Almost like an answer to that thought, she saw Olivia sitting in the bleechers, looking at her.<br/><br/>She was actually enjoying her walk with Number Muncher, feeling not only a sense of normalcy, but actually having fun chatting with him.  She realized she didn't have a desire to 'feed' on him at all, partly because of that enjoyment and partly because the Other was restraining itself.  No suggestions of how wonderful it would be if she just pushed a little harder to get him to spill the beans.  ...Actually, it hadn't even occurred to her until that moment that using that gift out here, over-saturated in daylight as she was, would probably spell disaster for him, even if she was minded to do so.  No matter.  He didn't feel like talking about it, and she was cool with that.<br/><br/>"That's fine." she smirked, good-naturedly.  "If you ever do feel like talking about unhappy things, come find me.  Us fringe-heads of nebulous origin have to stick together, after all."  She looked up at Olivia, watching her.  Since she'd spent the better part of the morning looking for her or one of the other two, there was a certain rational compulsion to go and speak to her.  "I'm enjoying this, Marshie.  We should do this again, weather permitting.  Right now, though, I need to go ask Big Red some things."  She shook her head slightly.  "Drama.  And not the elective kind.  See you at class tomorrow?"<br/><br/>She felt bad, seeing as he was so painfully shy, to have to split.  But this was important.  Olivia needed to know what she knew.  And frankly.. What had Olivia already learned today?  Esther parted with a smile and moved up the bleechers toward Olivia, giving her a friendly wave as she moved to sit down next to her.<br/><br/>"Hey there, Red Alert.  How's<em>your</em>day been?"  The single most loaded question she could possibly ask.<br/><br/>Esther wanted to gauge her reaction well.  Olivia was one of four people in the school that she knew was on equal footing with her right now.  Well, maybe, anyhow.  Esther had wished for the ability to never fail at anything.  The Princess had asked for comfort, companionship.  Esther cast a look under the bleechers, idly curious if Olivia had inherited an army of shadows or something.  Wouldn't surprise her, really, but it would make her words nicer.  Still, she wanted to gauge correctly if she was hostile, amenable, or grateful for her being there.  They were polar opposites, the Rose and the Weed.  They would probably never share a connection.  Didn't mean they couldn't be civil.<br/><br/>"I have got an ass-load of notes to trade with you." she said easily, casting a look back at Marshall, just to see what he was doing.  Esther chuckled.  "That's Marshall.  He's shy, but he's a math genius.  Kind of strange to walk laps with him and then come up here to talk to the Princess."  A sidelong glance, less kind.  "He's off limits, by the way.  Just in case you saw an easy mark."  She held that expression for a moment, and the smiled.<br/><br/>"You and Golden Boy?  Congrats.  I hear that sort of pairing is..  the healthy way to do it."  It was a softly worded gesture of intent.  Esther didn't think it would be that easy to get under Olivia's skirt.  Lord only know enough men her spent their lives trying.  But, any attempt made.  Esther listened then, for what Olivia had to share.  Esther kept checking, to make sure they were out of earshot, and that included under the bleechers.  I swear I will never tell.  A lightening blasting burning scarecrow effigy didn't seem like it would care if the secrets were merely eves-dropped.