“And if we don’t take advantage we’re doing something wrong,” Adley agreed wit a nod of her head and tucked her hair back behind her ear, hand dipping back into her goodie bag to fish out the other cookie quarter now she’d eaten the bit she had broken off first. She had no worries about the sugar high that was coming her way: Eugene would be just as bad once she’d plied him full of sweet things, too.
She hummed, looking over her shoulder in the direction of the large tent she’d walked past the pathway to twice so far. “It looks very ~spooky.” Which made her feel a little less comfortable at the idea. And what if the fortune was bad? She honestly had no idea what she’d do she was told something terrible was going to happen to her, or the people she cared about. “I hope it’s just something cool like ‘you’ll find $50’? Or… y’know, something vague. But then if we’re going for horoscope levels of fortune telling then we can get that from a book or some random who’s making it up…”
Adley made a face in sympathy at Sophia’s lack of wine drinking. “We should hit the wine bar hard once we can,” she said, “the people running it at the moment are cute. A little eye candy should never be unappreciated. And when paired with good wine…”