Yellow Weaver
Loomi was very excitedly scrambling her way down the halls, practically slipping and falling at each sharp turn. An excited expression was present on her face, filled with child-like wonder. A box was clutched in her hands sporting famous historical figures, alongside pasta vaguely in their likeness. Before long she was at the door of her friend's dorm, rather politely knocking. She wasn't just going to barge in. Whenever Aliris did open her door, the Godoan would very enthusiastically hold out the box and present it to her.
"Aliris, look!" she began. "They fit a whole pasta in this box!"
Was that even how you said the plural of pasta? Loomi didn't care. She was too excited. Cooking always seemed so interesting to her, and here seemed a very simple way to prepare something tasty that wasn't completely beyond her understanding, or at least aside from how they put a meal inside that tiny box in her hands. Loomi smiled quite widely, her one good eye practically shimmering.
"We gotta make it!"