[Willow used to be much more awkward with socializing than confident, herself, so she doesn't hold it against her or even bat an eyelash.]

I think they have to be in use, [she confirms, a little grim.] People keep trickling in a little at a time. As for why, I only have theories. Slightly scary theories.

--You could keep me company? [Her smile returns, turning sincere and bright at the offer.] I'm no chef, but mostly I think soup takes a lot of waiting.