Not a gathering. Just - when people lie. When they say they like you and they don't, not really.

[This could easily be the whining of a high school girl who feels left out in school, but it's absolutely not. She does well with her peers. It's big game that tends to get her when she's not looking.]

You don't seem to lie much. That's - [Her hair's fallen in her face again; she pushes it out of her face and takes the opportunity to look down at her feet for a moment.] That's part of why I like you.