"I forgot how annoying you were," Hestia sighed with a roll of her eyes, when he mentioned the part about her being eighteen. "That never got old. I'm just glad you stopped mentioning it after the second or third time." With that, she smirked at him, standing up, and sliding her arms through the (still slightly too large) jacket.
"Lead the way, I suppose!" She said with a bit of a bounce on her heel. "I think Amelia wanted me to come by, but the book says house number seven is where I'm meant to be."