Alyce sits a few seats down, shuffling her deck of Tarot cards and randomly pulling one or two out at a time and pausing to read them. She's not really asking anything important, just requesting the cards to tell her anything she needs to know.

Apparently, she really needs to get a tutor in College Algebra or things are not going to be okay. Like, really not okay.

It's not breakfast for her. She's on a lunch break between classes at Bethlem College, a magical university on Bainbridge Island to the west of Seattle. She notices the exchange of foods from the corner of her eye, and looks over to see the gothiest girl ever.

"Um. Hi? Do you need any help?"