Alby was in fact preparing the gathering. Just when Newt and Greenie came down the tower a boy ran up to them. He was almost as tall as Newt with awful acne covering all his face. He was whizzing and as soon as he stopped in front of them his hands caught his knees.

"Hey, Winston." Newt started with a hint of shock audible in his voice. "Bloody slinthead, are you alright?" Shock was quickly replaced with concern as he patted his back lightly.

"Yeah, it's just Alby." Winston confessed straightening up. "He got me running all over the place like I'm a shucking runner." He tried to chuckled, but his breathing was not yet steady enough.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"New greenie-" Winston stopped, when he noticed a girl behind Newt. "Holy shuck, so it's true." If the circumstances were different she might have had some sassy remark, but she only stared dumbly at him.

"Oh yeah, Winston this is our new greenie. Love, this is Winston the keeper of slicers." She cringed at the mention of slicers.

"Oh, right, hi!" She said quite uncomfortable. Newt must have notices, because he quickly took over.

"You were saying something about Alby…?"

"Right, yeah…" Is he nervous? "He wanted to start a gathering and he needs you to be there-"

"Yeah, sure. Let's go." She started to follow Newt, when Winston stopped him.

"He doesn't want her there."

"Why the bloody hell not?" Newt seemed to be as much shocked and offended as she was.

"Don't ask me, shank, I'm just a messenger." He said with an apologetic look in his eyes. He sent greenie a soft smile before walking away.

"Don't worry about it." Newt turned to her as soon as Winston walked off. His russet-brown eyes looked intensively in hers. She couldn't read his emotions other than concern. "I'll talk to that bloody shank myself." He assured her. "But for now…" He looked around. "How about we get you something to eat, huh?"

The question reminded her that she had no idea when she had her last meal. It must have been a lifetime ago, because at the mention of food her stomach started rumbling uncontrollably. She quickly put her hand over it. "And here I thought you were never going to offer." She returned his smirk.

He took her to a dining area. There were around fifteen tables and five of them were under some sort of canopy. Soon she noticed a small, wooden cottage with big whole where window should be. "This is where we get our meals." Newt told her, when he noticed her looking at her surroundings. Behind the 'whole with no window' stood a short guy with curly and messy dark hair. His green eyes widened, when he saw them coming over. "Hey, Legend, do you maybe have some food left?" Newt smiled at the young boy.

"L-let me check, N-newt." He stummered and wandered inside the hut.

"Don't mind him." Newt told her. "He's one of the younglings-"

"Younglings? He doesn't look like a child to me." She-bean was really confused, when Newt started laughing.

"That's what we call Gladers that are younger than sixteen. They're The Younglings of The Glade." He chuckled heartily. She liked Newt. He was amicable, caring and there was this softness about him. He made her feel safe even though she couldn't remember anything. If the rest of 'The Gladers' were like him then maybe she wouldn't have to worry.

Soon youngling came back with two dishes half-filled with potatoes, chicken breast and salad. "Sorry, that's all I got." She smiled at the boy.

"Don't worry, we have an on-going battle of the bulge." She tried to give the boy leeway.

"Actually, I have to go, see that bloody slinthead." This slung of theirs ugh… Wait have he just said he's going to leave me?! Suddenly she was terrified again. She couldn't remember a single thing about the Glade that Newt told her at the tower. Her mind was as blank as when she had first come up in the box. "But Legend here will take care of you, am I right?" He looked at the boy with convincing smile. "I mean you have enough food for both of you." Then he turned to greenie again. "I'll try to make it quick alright, love?"

She felt a sweet smile creep onto her face. When he brought her there he knew he would have to leave, but made sure she wasn't alone. That's adorable. I think…

"Yeah sure, don't worry about us." She told him and turned to Legend. "Could you grab some water, please?" She took the plates from him. Legend turned on his heels and disappeared in the hut again without a word. "You sure it's a good idea?" She asked Newt, while he walked her to one of the tables. "He looked like he could have a heart attack any second."

"As I said, don't worry 'bout him. He's just shy and confused. He's been here for three months now and is still getting used to… everything."

"How long did it take you to get used to everything?" She asked. Newt gazed at her for a while, his eyes narrowed as he thought. He was about to answer, when he saw Legend approaching them. "Took you long enough." Newt teased. The frown was long gone, leaving his face cheerful once again. "I'll come back for you after gathering is over." He told the greenie only to once again turn to Legend. "You take bloody good take of her, youngling." He failed in his attempt to sound scary, but somehow it still had its effect on the boy. A loud gulp could be heard and she-bean decided to interfere.

"Don't look so worried. I swear I won't bite." It didn't put Legend at ease.

They ate in a rather awkward silence. At first she could ignore it, because her whole attention was on mildly warm dinner. But as she became full she'd also become aware of the silence and shifted uncomfortably in her sit.

"So…" She started, now playing with her fork, trying to think of something to talk about. It was her opportunity to gain a friend. After all, who knew how long she would be staying there? And obviously she couldn't stick with Newt all the time. "Is your name really Legend?" She was actually curious about that.

"Yeah…" He answered and a shock slowly began to show itself on his face. "You think it's weird?"

"Not weirder than Newt, I suppose." She chuckled. "And still better than greenie." She confessed trying not to sigh.

"Yeah, I shucking feel ya. I couldn't remember my name for three days. And though I have it back those shanks found yet another one." She was surprised at how natural the slung fell from his lips. She realised he didn't look so scared anymore and smiled to herself.

"I think youngling is a pretty cute nickname." She nudged his shoulder.

"I can call you that if you like it so much." He smirked all of the sudden.

"Oh, hell no!" She laughed with him, but when she realised this might make her seem like a hypocrite she quickly added. "I'm too old for that. I'm more like a greybeard." She couldn't believe in what she was saying and hoped he would not like it. Instead he grinned.

"Yeah, greybeard. You know maybe we can get the builders to design a cane for ya, greybeard."

"Don't push it, youngling." She warned him. He did not seem amused, though. Unlike she first expected he started to over-talk. Great, I unleashed the beast.