Twyla explained it as being in limbo. The brunette tapped her chin. "That kind of makes sense. If you haven't talked about what's next, of course you don't know." Henri thought of Van. Were they dating or had they dated? Did dating mean they could go out with other girls? Was dating like being boyfriend and girlfriend or something completely different? She could see where Twyla was confused. Why did teenage relationships have to look all blurry?

Henrietta was laughing pretty hard. "It's like 'half-lesbian'. A halesbian." The girl grinned. "Van uses it when he sees two girls together. You should've seen the look I gave him the first time he pointed and said it. I thought I was going to die." The girl could sense that her best friend was trying to figure out if that made her bisexual. Spinning the stool once, she took a sip of Pepsi. "I think that you like Mirror for their personality. That always stays the same, you know? They always seem more like a boy anyway. Maybe if they weren't a mutant, they'd be a boy. You might not technically like girls at all, but just Mirror." She smiled at her friend. I hope this is helping some.

"Exactly. How am I supposed to talk about it? Is that just something you bring up in casual conversation or am I supposed to make a big deal about whatever--whatever is going on?" Some of Twyla's questions bubbled to the surface after Henri replied to her comment about limbo. "I just have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing..." Twyla heaped another chip with salsa con queso and then decided that she wanted the rest of her meal. Hers was simple, just a quesadilla and some rice--she figured she'd fill up on chips first. As she pulled the takeout box out of the plastic bag it inhabited with the other girl's meal she listened to what she was saying about halesbians.

"I should have guessed." She snorted and rolled her eyes. "He seems like a bit of a weirdo, no offense." As an after thought she added: "A nice weirdo though." Sure...a nice weirdo that took pictures of strangers and apparently called people things on the street. To quell any undesirable verbal responses, Twyla showed a big bit of tortilla in her mouth. The best defense against hurt feelings was definitely cheese. You can thank the Diary State, or Twyla Ashby--she'd take the credit in its absence.

Twyla worried her lip as she thought over what her friend was saying. "Maybe...I don't know...I think you're right, I just like Mirror's personality--it's like liking someone regardless of the shirt they're wearing or how they wear their hair..." This made sense, Twyla could run with this. it actually explained a lot. Girl Talk was good for making sense of things, decidedly good.

Twyla gave Henri the rest of her food. Happily, the girl opened the box to see a chimichanga and some Mexican rice. Picking up her fork, she stabbed it and took a bite. She swung her legs and chewed the Mexican deliciousness. "I love Mexican food. I think that whoever decided to sell their culture's food was a genius." She scooped up some salsa on another chip. "And kind. Very kind." The brunette found herself wondering if anyone was mad that people had changed their food for the sake of money.

Henrietta laughed when her best friend said he seemed like a weirdo and then added 'nice' to it. "He's different, I'll give you that. I think that's part of the reason I like him though. I've never met anyone quite like him." She glanced at Twyla to see if she understood. Maybe she wouldn't and Henri just had a weird taste in guys. I wonder why people still call it taste when you talk about people and clothes. It's not like many people taste their clothes before buying them. Some people may lick people, but it's best if others don't know that. The girl chewed on some rice as she zoned out for a moment.

How they wear their hair.. Henri, without thinking, threw a semi-inappropriate comment onto the table. "Hey, you sure are wearing your pen15 differently today..." She was about to take a drink of her soda when she started giggling hysterically. "I can't believe I just said that! Well, actually I kinda can." Hernietta was laughing so hard that she almost fell off her stool. She tried to picture that in a conversation, but couldn't get over the fact that she said it in such a way. She felt a little bad because she didn't mean to be offensive in any way. She totally approved of the Twyla and Mirror thing. Henri had really enjoyed getting to know Mirror and hoped they could hang out again. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She was totally serious now and wasn't even smirking.

"Amen to that sister." Twyla was starting to get full, but she pushed through the feeling and continued to consume her meal. It was good and she didn't really feel like putting it in the fridge and hoping that no little mansion kid swiped it while she slept off her Mexican food coma. She was definitely heading for a food coma, at least that's what the food baby in her stomach had in mind. Yummy, yummy carbs.

Twyla started nodding as soon as Henri began explaining her crush on a weirdo...er nice weirdo. "I totally know what you mean..." The girl had never met anyone like Maya/Gawain before either. An image of her/him meeting her old friends practically made the girl double over in laughter. What she was used to with people and what she considered normal for Mirror were two totally different things and Twyla liked that--liked that a lot actually. She understood what her friend meant in more ways than one.

"What?" Henri was making a big deal about something she said and Twyla couldn't think why. She blushed when she realized it must have been something bad and possibly dirty. Pen15? And then it hit her. "Ohmygod, Henri! I can't believe you just said that!" She screeched through the sudden giggles that made the blush intensify. "That's terrible! What happened to sweet, adorable, innocent Henrietta?" On some level what she was saying was kinda true...not that Twyla really wanted to explore that train of thought. "Oh my god..." The girl panted through the giggling. "Oh my god..."

Twyla realized what Henrietta had said after some though. She giggled. “You’ve never heard that before now? Kids you used to trick each other into writing it down or saying it out loud.” She was glad that the blonde wasn’t angry or offended. After she had said it, part of her had felt guilty. “Sweet, adorable, innocent Henrietta’s still here. She just isn’t afraid to say what pops into her head, I guess. Besides, you’re already my best friend. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” The brunette laughed.

The girl looked down at what was left of her chimichanga and groaned. “I have to finish it, Twyla, but it hurts.” She smiled slightly and picked up her fork. She took a bite and chewed. So delicious, but I’m so full… Taking a drink of her Pepsi, she groaned again. “Ugh. Oh my god.” She laughed and grinned at the blonde. After we finish our food, do you want to go lay on the couch like a blob with me? We could watch a movie or something.”

Henri waited for a reply and spun the stool a few times. She thought about Van. When should I call him? It's totally my turn to pick a date spot. Does that mean I'm suppose to ask him out this time? The girl was struck with a good idea. We can go do my kind of dancing. I'll see how he likes that. Even if he isn't a huge fan, at least he'll get to see me in my natural habitat."

The girl shook her head. "No, no one's ever said that to me before at least." Twyla was still giggling like mad, in disbelief that her friend had just uttered something so...so...whatever the word was that described someone making a joke about that was. She pondered the implications of the label 'best friend' before she spoke again. "I guess that's kinda true...although as your best friend I have to tell you that I didn't see that coming at all." Twyla stuck her tongue out and took another bite of her tortilla.

"I know right?" With each additional bite of her meal Twyla felt like she was getting that much closer to bursting. "I'm not sure if I could last through a movie, I think I'm going to die." She glared at the delicious take out and then she sighed, finally pushing it away from her. "I think it's food coma time now. Let's get out of here." The girl was planning on getting up but she made no move to remove her bottom from the chair. "Seriously, time to get up." Slowly, very slowly, Twyla pulled herself off the stool and stood up.

A moment later her arms were busy gathering her food mess. "I think that I saw 'He's just not that into you' in the living room, someone must have rented it. Are you in the mood for a chick flick?" As she boxed up the remnant's of the chips and salsa she asked.

“I have to keep you on your toes, Twyla. I don’t wanna bore you.” Henri winked and laughed. Both girls knew they couldn’t make themselves eat anymore. She sighed and stared at her food. “I know exactly what you mean. I think I’m pretty much done with my food too. I feel like I might explode if I keep going at this rate.” She grinned and then moaned in pain. Trying with all her might, the girl began to rise from the stool. It was harder than it looked.

Twyla gathered up her stuff and Henrietta followed suit. The blonde asked if she was in the mood for a chick flick. The girl puckered her lips in thought. “I suppose we could watch a chick flick. Maybe that’ll make us feel a lot better about our boy and/or boy-girl problems.” The brunette smirked at her friend and began to walk to the kitchen to put the silverware in the sink. “Let’s boogey!”