Paige was not particularly happy about having to go out the night before they left to head home to finish picking up presents, but the jeweler's had gotten the piece wrong the first time. She didn't really understand why it was so damn hard to get things right when they were laid out in front of you, but as it was the holiday season, she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. If it was wrong again, though, heads would roll.
She'd snagged Sam's keys and taken his truck, giving him the excuse that she would fill it up with gas so they wouldn't have to worry about doing that in the morning, and headed out. Paige had barely made it past the front gates when she spotted two figures walking away from the mansion. One was bouncing a little bit more than any human ever should, and the other... the other had to be Cessily.
As much as she'd been hoping that she could get in and get out, she wasn't one to just blaze on past a couple of people she knew without at least offering a ride. Sighing, she rolled the window down and slowed as she approached them.
"Hey," she called out, nodding to them. "Where y'all headed?"