Cecelia turns to the source of the young voice, and giggles at his comment, feeling a little better. She felt a wave of acceptance wash over her, not knowing where, but still letting her loosen her tense muscles. She smiled at him, especially when he bit his lip, wondering what he was so concentrated on. "I bet. I wish I had some stories. The most significant thing that's happened to me is the time I missed the bus and had to run to school" Cecelia responded to the boy's kind words, and kept smiling. [i]His hair is pretty[/i] was Cecelia's next thought.