The flowers had been nice, had definitely gone and gotten Paige's hopes up about there being the possibility of something more than friendship between her and Corso. Thinking about it too much, though, had been pushed to the back of her mind in the whirlwind of taking a trip to New York and the Great Depression. The former she'd seen before, briefly, but time travel wasn't in the realm of her magic.
It was pretty much exactly what she would have imagined it would be, she may have done a little reading up while making sure she could do something with her traitorous hair that wouldn't make her stand out like a sore thumb, and knew that it couldn't be as glamorous as it seemed in the movies. Which, given the time, wasn't all that glamorous in the first place. It was interesting, though, and it was nice to walk through the streets and take everything in, stop and look at things she knew as old fashioned in their prime.
"Why wouldn't I want to?" she wondered with a light laugh. "I wanted to come anyway, you just gave me a reason to." Being asked to go was one thing but when it was him doing the asking it was all the reason she needed to leave the kids with a sitter and go for a walk in the past.