"Have you too much or too little helium?" muttered November out loud, surveying her star. It was back to that red color, now she'd placated the temperature again, but her stomach still knotted; she'd rather not kill off a star. Something about it seemed utterly humiliating. Probably the entire aspect of failure or something. Or maybe just letting down herself. Thinking deep thoughts made her head feel silly, though, so she shook it and glanced over at Edita in time to catch her asking about colors.

"When it's stable, it ought to be something yellow," November replied. "Like the sun. Not too red or blue or whatever. A radiant sort of yellow."

All she wanted was to get her star back to how it looked when it was first created!

"Cumugasalis," she muttered, and flicked twice. At first, there was nothing, and a defeated feeling began to wash over, but then, she noticed a slight shift in color - a little more orange than red. Again, she tried it, curling the fingers of her other hand into a small fist while she watched until, after one more try, Cosmo was looking decently yellow once more. A sigh of relief was exhaled, and she slumped a little on her stool.

She peeked over at Ezra and his jar, watching as he began to adjust the temperature of his Jefferson Arnold, when movement by a familiar person caught her attention. A smirk settled on her lips when she caught sight of Rishimi fumbling around with his goggles.

"Oi, Rishi," she greeted, wishing suddenly she'd created a snide nickname or something equally petty with which to bother him. Maybe. She couldn't quite tell if she wanted to win him over or just annoy him until he exploded. "Not even a hello? Terribly rude. What sort of manners are those?" Then, she lifted her nose upwards, the way he'd done to her, though a smile tried desperately to fight to her mouth.

"Looking quite bright, Ezra," November said, her attention returning to his star. She patted the lid of her jar, before a very loud singing voice startled her. Jolting on her stool, she narrowed her eyes and looked around quickly, exhaling under her breath: "Merlin!"

It was fortunate the girl was leaving, but not before she'd left uncomfortable ringing in November's ears. The girl frowned and patted the jar, as though it might be able to feel the reassurance and comfort she tried to convey. "I most certainly will not be singing to you," she declared out loud, though it seemed her dialogue was better meant for Edita and Ezra. "I sound absolutely horrid, anyway. Surely Cosmo might prefer conversation to loud singing like that."

She cringed in a delayed sense of secondhand embarrassment, and a shiver coursed across her body.