Satisfied in that the strange, purple haired, girl got her message Cordelia began to go back to her seat. She didn't want to stick around to be near the girl, something about her made her feel horribly uneasy. Maybe it was the eye makeup, or her cat like grin, but Cordelia didn't want to stick around. Cordelia walked slowly, with the same unpredictable pattern of walking one way and then the next. And all the while she glanced around nervously, as if she was going to be grabbed up. She looked over at the table that was once just herself, only now to see it was covered in people. 

With a look of sleepy gloom she could see her tray of food, surrounded by all those people. People getting dangerously close to touching her toast with jam and cheese wedges. She swallowed back her bits of rage as she returned to her seat, pleased to see the girl with the purple hair had eventually made it to a seat near the loud man. But now a whole cast of strange people were here. A blonde girl, who had a butter knife in her hand. The girl with the purple hair, who had still not stopped smiling. A young man who seemed to twitch about nervously, mentioning time. As well as the blue haired girl and the man with a loud voice. 

But there were two people who seemed to stand out to Cordelia. There was a girl with a hat, complaining about dirty cups. Cordelia agreed, she hated dirty cups. Those could ruin a tea party and make your tea taste of dirt, and another young man who had a cup of tea. Cordelia looked at the steaming cup with a look mixed with sleepiness and wonder. 

"Tea...cups..." She spoke with a far away voice, her words dragging as if her tiredness couldn't carry them out.