”Sure thing, kid,” Nicky chuckles, running a hand through her hair. ”I guess we can go by first names now – since ya know, we’ve had our sexual initiation.” She jokes light-heartedly as she takes a bite of her breakfast. ”And ya don’t have to whisper about it; everyone here is a tiny bit lesbian, so it’s no big deal.”

Joining them is Yoga Jones and Tricia, who sit on the opposite side of the table. Tricia gives a knowing smirk over to Nicky and a wave to the brunette sitting next to her. ”How’s it going, Morello? I don’t think the two of us have really had a good conversation,” she stares at her while starting in on the half-thawed waffle.

”Oh, ya know it’s going…where, I don’t know. Still not able to comprehend that I’m really in here—in prison,” Lorna babbles, nervously playing around with her food. She cuts her plastic knife into the waffle and drenches it in the syrup. ”These remind me of the kinda waffles my mom used to give me and Franny in the mornings before school. I always loved them, and I still do – even if they are only half toasted, it’s better than nothing.” She brings a huge forkful and shoves it in her mouth.

”Wow, kid, you really know how to eat,” Nicky watches her in amusement, a laughing grin on her face.

Yoga Jones smiles, chowing down on her own waffle. ”It’s good to see you more enthusiastic about life, Morello. A positive attitude can go a long way in here.”

”Well, I had a good talk with my sister yesterday and she kinda helped with that.” Lorna replies through a mouthful of food.

Nicky’s interest grows at the mention of her meeting with her older sister. She turns to face her with curiosity showing in her eyes. ”How many siblings ya have, kid? From a big family or small?” She hopes to get the brunette to open up to her and tell her about this ’son’ she has.

”I’d say it’s a pretty big family…Let’s see there’s my mom and dad, my older sister Franny, and my older brother Mikey. And of course, I can’t forget about Franny’s bunch of wild kids – she pops em’ out like crazy. The new one is a like a kitten – gets into everything cause he’s so damn curious! Then Mikey’s got his kid – a damn dog, who tears up all the fuckin’ furniture. Crazy house and crazy people,” Lorna rambles, a smile brightly shining on her porcelain cheeks.