Laughing along with Gideon slightly at her suggestion, Amelia shrugged somewhat absently. "To be honest with you, I'm not really sure. Maybe that will be a question I ask one of those younger generation folk," she said jokingly, shaking her head at the thought. Though she had never really understood the tradition, it made her laugh and smile nonetheless when the time of year came around where it commonly happened. If anything, it was certainly an interesting way to save money on decorating.
At his comment though, Amelia shot Gideon a sour look and removed her hand from his, moving a bit ahead of him before turning around so they were face to face and she was walking backwards. "Alright mister, how about you race me there and whoever the loser is has to push the other until they fly off the swing set?" she challenged, waggling her eyebrows. They weren't very far, and she figured if she took off quickly she had a good shot at kicking his ass.
"Ready? Set? Go," she squealed before taking off towards the direction of the swings. She probably should have looked over her shoulder to see if Gideon was even participating or if she was running all on her own, but regardless of what was happening she didn't care. The wind felt nice in her hair and it helped work out that fullness in her stomach a bit from after dinner. Looking like a fool was pretty much the furthest thought from her mind, mostly because she didn't mind looking like a dork in front of Gideon. She was pretty sure he knew full well that she was a spirited, silly woman who liked to liked to fly by the seat of her pants most days. It made things more exciting on a day to day basis, anyway.
Once she reached the metal set she tagged the bar and began to chuckle a bit. "Nothing like an after dinner run," she muttered happily.