For someone so small, Etta sure plopped herself down like a cow. Althea wondered if she had any home training at all (which was rich, coming from her.) She didn't say that out loud, though, Etta seemed to be having such a hard time with hearing her truths aired out by someone who didn't immediately like her. Funny.

"So, what, you're like an artsy, creative type then?" She asked because she actually was interested in creative people--how creative a wet potato like Etta could be, only Helga could know. "'Ey, don't catch an attitude with me, lil' bit." The nerve of that girl; Althea was really trying to be nice, and it was like she didn't want her kindness at all! So much for smoothing things out. "Where do you even store all of that sass? You're so tiny."