“Going home,” Jenny started. Catching herself in explanation she continued, “for research. About my family.” Shane breathed a sigh of relief.

“As long as you’re coming back,” she relented. Jenny chuckled and nodded her head.

“Of course I’ll come back,” she went on. There was silence for a moment then quickly she decided to change the subject.

“So, um, Will. You’re a Carvington?” Jenny grasped for straws. Will shook her head.

“Relunctantly and expectingly, I am. Please don’t judge me too harshly for it,” Will joked. Jenny again flushed.

“I wouldn’t judge you,” Jenny meekily responded.

“Hey Alice, over here,” Dana waved happily as she patted a seat next to her. Alice crossed the Planet quickly and swiftly as she headed straight toward Dana. She found herself smiling the closer she got to her. “Hey,” Dana said as Alice sat down.

“Hey,” Alice answered back. Dana had already ordered herself a coffee which she had already given a taste. Foam clinging to her lip Alice smirked as she stared at her clueless friend. “Um you have foam,” Alice started. Dana furrowed her brow as Alice indicated to her top lip. Dana looked into a spoon and blushed.

“Oh, foam,” she answered wiping away the remnants of cappucino foam and cinnamon off her lip. She grinned and sat in a brief amount of silence till they both began speaking at once.

“How have you.. I’ve been.. It’s good to..” they laughed quietly at the hillarity of the situation.

“You can go first,” Dana offered.

“I’ve been good. I’ve uh, got some more responsibility with the magazine. I’m a bit more glorified than an “Ask Alice” girl now. I actually just got done interveiwing Robyn Hawthorne,” Alice explained. Dana, having had another sip of her coffee while Alice spoke, nearly choked.

“Wow, Robyn Hawthorne. Relationship specialist to the stars. How’d that go?” Dana asked inquisitively. Alice shook her head thanking a waitress as she walked away.

“Yeah, it was great. She’s a very deep, you know. Very deep. She gives a lot of good advice. I had to actually ask questions, though, not just like, what lip stick do you wear, or what’s you’re favorite restaurant, but actual questions. It was fun, as if I was a real journalist you know?” Alice responded enthusiasticaly. Dana leaned on her words trying to show Alice the most support she could in the akwardness.