Peter raised his eyebrows when Giselle returned. Her altogether too-cheerful expression would still give her away, but otherwise, the illusion was pretty good. She could pass as normal (meaning, not insane) in that.
"Looks good," he said, pocketing the receipt from the sale and picking up the remaining bags. He handed her an umbrella. "Press that button when we get outside. It'll keep the rain off of you."