"Hey, did you see Erica today?"

Cassie snorted, tossing her USB drive up in the air and catching it before it hit her face. "I think she would have been impossible to miss. I think I actually heard the smack of jaws hitting the floor. I get that it was a makeover and whatever but," she paused to roll onto her stomach, staring at her friend who was sitting on the floor. "Did her tits look bigger to you? Like, is that a thing?"

Naja burst out laughing, tossing an eraser at the freckle-faced girl. "No, no I don't think it's a thing. Maybe she was just wearing a push-up bra or something. Apparently the bite gives you confidence, or some weird crap. Although, look at Isaac-"

"Before he was a fugitive."

"Yes, before he was a fugitive, he was practically glowing with new life. Maybe it's just the effect it has on impressionable teens," she continued, fully used to interjections by now. "Although, stealing that guy's apple was weird. And then just leaving. That's not normal right?"

"No, it's not. Not even regular teenager weird, promise," was the response, a hand held up in an oath-like manner. There was a short silence, the only sound being the pencil Naja was using to do her Chemistry homework pressing to the paper. "But…why couldn't you tell Isaac was a wolf when you bumped into him? Didn't he smell like one?"

A sharp exhale from her nostrils showed her displeasure at the question. "It's not like I know what a werewolf smells like, in general. It's not the same as the scent of a person, or a feeling. And," a finger was held up as she continued to write in her notebook. "Scott didn't really help. I mean, I know what his scent is; I sit beside him every day. But to separate the wolf scent, I needed a comparison. Now I know what it smells like."

More silence as Cassie pondered what smelling people so intensely would be like, and Naja pondered hydrocarbons. Being someone who never needed to study; and only did the work when it would be checked, the pixie-haired girl always became ever so bored when she was there to help her best friend with hers. She rolled around some more on her friend's bed, the shirt tied around her waist getting all tangled until she stopped, a slightly evil grin creeping over her face. "You know, a certain dimple-faced boy also had his jaw hit the floor today. How uh, how'd you feel about that?"

A withering glare challenged her grin, but was followed by an exaggerated shoulder roll, pretending not to care. "Yeah well. I bet if I dressed like that, and not in chunky sweaters, Stiles would look at me like that too. But…it's cold. Where is my jungle climate. Or the Savannah. What is this ten degree weather," she griped, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Putting pencil back down to paper, she sighed. "Besides, he's going skating with Lydia today. Well, and Scott and Allison. But obviously he's trying to get Lydia to notice him."

"…you really need to stop creeping their conversations Nana. I mean, one, it's a huge invasion of their privacy," the lecture began, ticking off a finger for each point. "Two, it's really creepy. Three, what if you brought up something you couldn't possibly have heard when you actually talk to him, and he gets all suspicious and stuff. And four, when it's things like that, you can get sad. What if you listened in on a conversation between him and Scott, and he was saying he'd boned a chick? Hm? What then?"

Grey eyes blinked an unreadable expression blankly at the girl, before turning their attention back to the textbook. "Well obviously I'd go tear the girl to pieces. And then go cry in the corner like a regular person. After burning the evidence, of course," came the explanation, a little too naturally. "…although, with all the murders that get covered up as animal attacks, I could probably just leave it in the middle of a public place and people would be like, 'Oh, damn mountain lions again.' And then go on with their lives."

They giggled about that for a while, and suddenly Naja sat up straight, eyes wide, looking around the room. "Did you hear that?"

"Was it my stomach growling? Because that I heard."

"No, it sounded like…Lydia… But that doesn't make any sense - we're nowhere near the ice rink," she paused, eyes roving about as if trying to place the sound. "Oh well, I must have heard something else…"

"Yeah, like maybe my sister singing outside of the soundproof room," Cassie joked, sitting up on the bed. "Just kidding, that would be really bad."

Laughing, Naja stood, stretching a big long stretch before patting her friend on the head. "Since I'm not a mindless zombie doing her bidding, how about I make some dinner – your growling stomach is breaking my concentration."