Once more, Priscilla tilted her head in apparent confusion, or disbelief, at Stella. Hadn't she already explained? Friendship was doing what the other person wants to do, regardless of any of her own thoughts or feelings. It didn't matter what she wanted. It never mattered what she wanted.
"I want to do what you want to do. If you want to get food, we can do that. If you want to do something else, we can do that instead. It's that simple, silly Stella."
After all, if she didn't do exactly what Stella wants, when she wants it, they would surely stop being friends.