Brunnhold // Detention
While Marzena had been sure to studiously practice the eating part of a party, though, she hadn't yet got around to the talking part. She could talk to her tutors, of course, but she'd learned at Brunnhold that people here didn't always like that kind of talking, likely because their opinions weren't good enough to hold up to scrutiny. For example, Marzena might have revisited the niceness conversation from earlier, as that definitely seemed like a topic where more talking was required, to help fix Nicco's broken understanding of things; but if Nicco thought that niceness was a waste of time, then she would probably think that a nice conversation was a waste of time too, and Marzena decided that friends probably didn't do things that each other thought was a waste of time. Perhaps Marzena could do what her mother did, which was to ask a very vague question, and then stand there nodding while the other person provided lots and lots of answers. People, especially the men that came to the house for her mother's work, seemed to like it quite a lot when she did that, especially at parties. Nicco wasn't a man though, so perhaps that strategy wouldn't work either.
Regardless, lunch was still several minutes of walking away though, and Nicco's question was far more pressing than her proclamation. It was a question that Marzena knew the answer to, obviously, but she thought about the way that Nicco had answered the question herself, earlier. She hadn't just given her name, she'd given an extra one, a shorter one for only friends to use, and had confirmed - in writing, even! - that she and Marzena were friends, which meant that Marzena was allowed. Was that how friendship worked, then? You had your normal name, and then your special friend name? Was Marzena supposed to offer Nicco a friend name, to show that Marzena thought they were friends too, like a special handshake of names? Would she be upset or offended if Marzena explained that she didn't have one?
In the space of half a second, Marzena considered her options. Her mother called her Zee, but maybe that was too short, and maybe that was a different kind of special name that was just for family, or for mothers. Eventually, she'd find a way to ask if Nicco had other short names too, or if her parents called her by her friend name. Marzena thought about the construction, of how Niccolette shortened to just the beginning part, but while Marzie had a certain ring to it, it didn't sound quite right. Besides, even though Niccolette only lost a syllable when it became Nicco, it lost a whole lot of letters in the process, and technically Marzie was only one letter shorter than Marzena. Just in case that was an unimportant part of friend names, Marzena decided against it, just to be safe. If not Marzie then, and if not Zee -
"My name is Marzena Idas," she answered proudly. All told, her internal deliberations barely took any time at all. "But my friend can call me Zena."
It seemed satisfactory, but Marzena could not be certain. The obvious solution was to watch Nicco's reaction, and see if she approved, but that thought was sideswiped from her mind by a different kind of realisation. "Oh crickets!" she said suddenly, something that her mother said whenever she was trying to stop herself from saying a bad word around her daughter. Marzena wasn't yet sure about Nicco's opinions on bad words: she suspected her new friend was fine, if not fond of them, but now did not seem like the sort of time to risk finding out. "With so many people gone for the Convention, we might actually get to lunch before all the nice stuff is gone!"
There was no time to waste, and Marzena had no intention of letting her first lunch with Nicco be anything but perfect. "Come on!" she urged, suddenly grasping Nicco by the hand, and setting off towards the corridor and the dining hall as fast as her little legs, and her new companion, would allow.