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>>"Here, more."

Abby rolled her eyes put took the mass of dresses. She hung them up in the dressing room and looked through them. There were a few she knew wouldn't fit. Or rather wouldn't look good. The girls at school always seemed to comment on her "lack of figure" whatever that meant. She still hadn't found an adult she could ask about it at the Mansion and asking her Aunt would just get her "you're beautiful as you are" again.

She did find a few nice dresses she thought would work. The one she liked best looked like a princess dress so she put it on to show the other girl. She also grabbed the ones she knew wouldn't look good on her before leaving the little stall.

"These won't look right," she stated as she handed them over. "What do you think?" she asked with a twirl.

>>"Silly girl. No buy."

What? Before Abby could think any further on the winged girl's words, the girl had turned and picked her up! She screeched a little at the sudden change and wrapped her arms around the girl's shoulder. "I would much rather be on the ground thanks!"

Abby closed her eyes so she could pretend she wasn't being carried by a black winged angel through the New York crowds. Give her land or water and Abby would be fine. But she'd like to never be suspended in the air like this again.

"Just tell me when it's over," the little shark shifter groaned.

>>"That's awesome. Must hurt to bite your lip though."

Abby felt heat rise to her face. She wouldn't admit it but the first time she met DocProf was because she had bit her cheek. He had seen her a few more times since then for similar reasons. She moved back with the bowl. Hopefully her cheeks weren't too red.

>>"You know, I think we might nearly be done. What do you think?"

"We still have to mash the potatoes," she stated. How were they anywhere near done? The potatoes needed mashing and then butter and salt and pepper. Then they could eat. That reminded her.

"Why'd you miss dinner?" she asked, tilting her head to be able to look at Cafas.

Abby was just letting the subway take her wherever today. It was something she did when she wanted to find new places in the large city. She always paid attention to the train times and stations she passed. She even carried a small notepad in her purse for times like this.

She was checking the list of stops and trains when she heard the sound of music. It wasn't uncommon for musicians to play down in the subway. In fact, it was probably as common as finding artists in the park. This however wasn't the sound of drums or guitars. It was something else. Something like her Mommy played when she was little.

Leaving the board, the little blonde moved through the crowds towards the music. She got jostled a bit but it wasn't too difficult to find the musician. It was a girl. Probably only a few years older than her, but she was dressed really pretty. The dress and shoes were something she knew some girls would love. But what got Abbigail's attention were the large black wings.

Taking a moment to listen, Abby decided she could spare some money for the fellow mutant. Opening her purse, she went looking through for any money. She found two dimes and a penny. So she dropped a dime in the case in front of the girl.

Pure black eyes met hers. Abby knew a glare when she saw one. Then the girl coughed. In response, Abby raised her eyebrow and opened her hand, showing the last of her change. Eleven cents sat in her palm.

With so many of her shelves empty, Abby began to move her towels from various places around her room to the shelves. She had collected a lot of towels. Some of the other kids gave her towels for her birthday one year. It was nice having to not worry about if she had any clean.

Her collection of Disney towels came out of the bottom drawer of her dresser. She had an Ariel one from before she got to the Mansion that she kept down in the drawer. It was too special for everyday. Her Minnie Mouse, Frozen, and Princess towels went in up high. Her big pink ones, blue ones, and the one orange were put in easy reach for when she went to the pool.  She had a few others with patterns that she took from under her bed.  There were a few others she had but they didn't fit on the shelf so she kept them in the closet.

It was slow, but she was getting her room to be more... well more her than it was before.

>>"This is Abigail. I am Miika. Who are you?"

>>"Adder."

With everyone knowing the others' names, the small group got moving. Looking at the three of them, Abby wasn't too sure they looked like friends. Or even really knew each other. They were almost back on the street with the guard-dog man. She scrunched up her face before moving. She moved to the middle of the group. Then she took Miika and Adder's hands in hers.
She swung her arms a little, like she used to with her parents. There. Now they looked more like friends. That's what friends did right? Hold hands. Plenty of older kids did at the school. They also talked to each other.

The little blonde thought for a moment. There wasn't much she knew they could all talk about. Something everyone liked, maybe?

Oh! They had passed an ice cream place hadn't they? Everyone liked ice cream.

"I think I want to try a new flavor. Bubblegum, maybe. It sounds fun. Don't you think? What kind of ice cream will you get, Miika?" she peered over at the lighter blond haired boy.  Hopefully they could do... whatever it was Miika needed.