Beach - Simone, Miah, open
"Great night," she echoed, though there was a hesitance in her voice she hoped was only noticeable to her, "I've always attended this tradition, sometimes against my better judgment. Have to take it in doses, though." She laughed, then. "Only so much rowdy celebrations I can handle in my old age." As if she was ancient.
She glanced out over the water but there was no sign of fireworks yet. Simone reasoned it would be soon - it was only a little past sundown they typically started them up - but she also knew that they wouldn't miss a thing if they got caught up in conversation; the trademark 'oohs' and 'ahhs' of the masses would alter them with in moments.
"Suppose with so many siblings, you're used to rowdiness," she ventured, shifting the conversation away from herself, as she was wont to do, "This must be pretty run of the mill for you." Simone offered a smile, then, doing her best to be welcoming.