[ Cha cha slides back here. Elizabeth had taken the time to splash her face with water from the sink and to pour herself a glass of orange juice. Something, anything to try and sober herself up. The conversation is hard, Elizabeth can hear the murmurs between the boy and Bigby from the open floor plan, but she's mixed with anger and sadness. ]

There's other ways to find help.

[ Elizabeth perks up when Jade does. The ding of their toaster will inevitably bring out their fucking poptarts and Liz slides them towards the edge of the counter. She keeps her distance from the trio — with Bigby angry, Jade fearful, and Yato defensive... Elizabeth feels a tension she's not capable of properly digesting. ]

You didn't tell us because you thought we'd react worse than this, right? Jade. [ It isn't disappointment, but it's sadness. Elizabeth looks to Yato now. ] There's services — at the college for trying to find housing if you attend. If not, there's — I've volunteered at shelters.

[ But, her eyes look to Bigby, softening as if she feels she herself doesn't have an answer for him. She glances back to Yato.]

Easier said than done, I know. We know. But — that doesn't mean you're a screw up. A little... bad at making choices, I would imagine, but not a screw up.