Oh my Godddd, she breathed, stepping over the doorstep and into the living room. It's so colourful! And cultured. It looks like you've been to interesting places and bought interesting things. Is that from Prague? Venice?

We moved through to the kitchen. Can I look in your fridge? Do you use those cookbooks? Can I eat this? Are you angry? I'm sorry, everyone says I'm high maintenance. Is it okay for me to have this much butter? Is there more in the fridge?

I'm not angry, I laughed. She opened the freezer, and peered in.

I'm in awe, she said, once in my room. It's so INTERESTING. And so many books!Can I look at the bathroom? Your brother's room? Is this your sister's room?

She opened the door and stood with her mouth open. Oh. Oh my God. Hahaha. How does she get to sleep? I closed the door and laughed. She opened it again. Closed it, opened it. As if she expected the drawings on the wall, the mountain of clothes heaped on the floor, the paint pots and water, the hamster bedding, the empty CD cases to disappear magically. They didn't.

We spent our time eating cake from the carpet. Burning bagels and dropping biscuits into tea. We ate as if tomorrow there will be no food left in the world, and when we'd eaten everything there was to eat, we talked about teenage crushes and being skinny and summer and freckles and being bad people.

I love getting to know people. There are SO many things to find out, and I am allowed to be mysterious without being told by someone I know, well actually, you can't do that. Because I know you. So tell me everything, goddamnit!