She digs in her bag, not even caring that they're in the middle of the sidewalk. She's both happier, and in less pain; she hasn't really been taking it easy, but there's taking it easy, normal, and on the other end of the spectrum, down the hall and in a room labeled Bad idea, is where she was at the ball.

"This," she says matter-of-factly, "Is for you." It is - it's labelled with his name, and everything. "I had extra when I was making pastries for the Art Festival." She's doing her absolute best to be social, and if that means she needs to use baked goods to grease the way.... so be it. "And I'm okay. Busy, but... you know. You?" He looks a little... stressed. Tired. She doesn't know him all that well, but he's someone she'd like to get to know better, so her brows furrow in concern.