Henley smirked a little. “Crazy! Non-believer?” She was just taking a fairly wild guess. It seemed like most people in the modern world were inclined to be skeptical about anything that seemed mystical. People wanted clean cut answers, not myths. Henley was one of those people who liked her answers, but the mystical was always kind of fascinating to her. She said nothing further on the topic, not right away at least. If he really was a non-believer she would have been setting herself up for teasing.
She let out a sigh and relented slightly. “Something important. Biggest job of my life.” That was probably a fair assessment of the New Orleans show. Henley always felt good about putting on a show, but the one she and her friends had planned for New Orleans was beyond a show. It was Robin Hood-esque. That made her feel even better about it, like she was finally using her talent to do something altruistic. Well, if stealing from a billionaire could be considered altruistic. At least his money would be doing some good instead of gathering dust in a bank account or being put towards buying another jet.
“That explains all of the travel.” Henley nodded slowly, getting the connection between Peter being a gypsy and traveling a lot. Truth be told, she didn’t know much about gypsy culture. He was the first she’d ever met. “At least you have a friend here.” She offered with a small shrug and smile.
“Not so much anymore.” She confessed when he pulled out his cigarettes, though she eyed them like she was thinking about smoking one. “If anything got me off of the wagon, though, it would have to be a mysterious, 1930’s carnival.” A playful smile crossed her face.