"So he can't cook either?!" Meriken asked, sounding a bit startled though she should have guessed that from before. Briten's cooking was probably a trait that had to be shared. That was too bad. Tea, she could deal with, but scones got old. Too fast... She was too used to eating them for humoring that girl. Sighing lightly, she waved her hands. "Ah, well, I don't even know if I'm going anytime soon!" She wasn't lonely, after all..

As Pakistan came up, Meriken tried her best not to flat out scowl. Unconsciously, she scratched her hand a little before she spoke. Damn cats..

"Did she do that?! She'd really be fine if she'd only listen to what I say, but she never does." Really, why was it so hard to see that the way she did it was working? She was only trying to help..