"Some! I'm not very good, but the food is edible." Lola's efforts in the kitchen are a bit halfhearted, mostly because she compares her results at home to what the cooks do there. And it never compares. "When I work I'm a waitress, I'm very good at being polite to customers and taking down orders."

"Then... what's the hard part," Lola doesn't understand living in a way that doesn't make you boatloads of friends. Lola was always used to just meeting people, deciding what they were worth to her, and usually coming up with knowing them is good and deciding to be friends. They weren't best friends, or even good friends, but she could sit and talk to them if she had nobody else. "I've never had trouble with this."