((ooc: hope this is okay?))

Bridget had been slightly sad to be taken from Mr. Armand, but he was pleased that he'd made another friend in this place.

With Roger tucked securly under one arm, he gathered up a tray of food that looked like he might enjoy. Hot dogs, fruit, and a glass of milk. Should be tasty... right? Spotting another boy that looked like he might be around his age, Bridget walked up to him and smiled his best smile.

"Hi there! Can I join you?"