"I'm fine. Or I will be. Thanks for asking." Jordes, too, let out a rush of air. Glinda seemed to be trying to breathe calmly, in some sort of Yoga-like fashion. Probably a good idea, Jordes observed. She tried to copy what Glinda was doing. In-out. In-out.
As she listened, the fullness of what Glinda had really said hit her in the face. It had nothing to do with my real powers? She was just making an observation about me being nice? And I, of course, had to panic. Because I always do. I wouldn't be surprised if my... flare-up was because I did panic. It always seems to be that way. Loose my cool, my internal compass wants to flee to a different world, I start having visions of other places.
"...Let's sit down," Jordes said. She took the box of wrapped cake pops and nodded to the barista. "You got the waffle order, right? Come on..."
Jordes took her seat back and waited for Glinda to join her. "It's a bit... odd to me you think I'm kind. I tend to think of myself as... well... a bit cold. I see... a lot of ugly in this world. War. Poverty. People blindly following trends. I can't do anything about most of it except complain. But I suppose... I thought never being able to eat good food... was an ugly thing that had been done to you. And I thought it was an ugly thing I could fix, for once..."