Book taps her hands against her lap, shifting slightly in her spot on the grass-y floor of the TPOT grounds. She stays generally silent, but you suppose you're not exactly trying to drum up conversation either.

You had joined Just Not in the middle of the competition, something Two hesitantly allowed since you were adamant about joining. Puppy eyes work wonders on them, you've learned. Despite this, Book and you hadn't interacted much, and since the others are busy hanging out together or with others, here you both are. Just sitting here. This is... painfully awkward.

"Do you, uhm..." She falters when she tries to speak, resigning herself to just staring at the ground instead.