Serena is trendy. Today at the library she picked up her very own set of Harajuku Girls. Except hers are Korean and not as funkily dressed. And I don't think she instructed them not to talk and called them Love, Angel, Music or Baby. Regardless, a foursome of Korean teenagers glommed on to Serena and followed her around for an hour. They were very interested in the fish she made, and showed her things in their purses. I got to read a book. Maybe she should have named them and brought them home.