Opting for a comfortable t-shirt and hat, of course, Concordia is ready in like two minutes to go to the Galentine's thing. She's flopped back on her bed, reading something, kind of just waiting for the time to go by before they can head over there. Goal? Drink. She'd spent most of the morning in the kitchen, deciding she couldn't go to Galentine's day without something and ended up making about a hundred taquitos.

"Are you guys bringing anything? Were we supposed to? If it's weird should we just destroy all these taquitos now before we go?"