Pride Meeting, First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday Afternoon
Petra still had her apron on and a smudge of flour on one cheek from the Thanksgiving cooking fest, and she was frowning down at her cell phone as people started to arrive. Tiara's number had been disconnected? That couldn't be right. She'd send her an e-mail when she got back to her room, asking what was up.
Then she remembered herself and looked up to tell everyone, "Hey, guys. No snacks today because tomorrow is a big ol' eat-a-thon, so I thought it might be overkill. So, I know some of us are probably going home for Thanksgiving and some of us are staying, but we all have stuff to be thankful for, so let's go around the room and talk about that, yeah? Me, I'm thankful I survived the Miss Teen Dream pageant and met so many cool people there and here, and that I didn't turn out to be crazy."
Then she remembered herself and looked up to tell everyone, "Hey, guys. No snacks today because tomorrow is a big ol' eat-a-thon, so I thought it might be overkill. So, I know some of us are probably going home for Thanksgiving and some of us are staying, but we all have stuff to be thankful for, so let's go around the room and talk about that, yeah? Me, I'm thankful I survived the Miss Teen Dream pageant and met so many cool people there and here, and that I didn't turn out to be crazy."