Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“I’m sure they can be,” Melinda grinned. She was in a position where she usually only saw children on either their very best or very worst behaviour, and with the twins, she had only seen them on their best behaviour in order to get some of the sweets she produced.
Melinda smiled; even if Percy hadn’t collected as many tickets as he had, she doubted he had anything to apologise for. “Didn’t I see your name on one of the donated dates?”
Drawing a little to the side to allow the other people better access to the donation stand, she nodded. “I did drop tickets in Oliver’s bowl,” she admitted with a smirk, “and some in each of my friends’ along with some in a couple of bowls for people I’d like to get to know better.” Which included Percy’s. “But no, I came here with Marietta and Cho and am meeting up with Oliver when he gets here. How about you? Are you meeting someone here tonight or would you care to join us?”