Ruth's words have Noa smiling a little. She didn't stop any of the dumb stunts either, might've even watched some of them with more than mild amusement, but crowds like last night and most nights at the bonfire is where she thrives. She's no exhibitionist, not usually aiming for the spotlight for even a minute, but she's most at home with people on all sides. Extroverted at heart, for all that she's careful about herself.
Her glasses get pushed up onto the top of her head before she answers. "Honey, I always enjoy myself," she says, smile still settled at the corners of her mouth. "Got a couple hours I don't remember so well, but I didn't make a fool of myself..." she lets her words hang for a minute before she adds, "unless you have something to tell me?" It's possible she got carried away, and if she did she wants to know. Ain't nothing quite as unpleasant as surprises involving her own poor behavior.
"Good lord, tell me I didn't climb into that tank." Noa remembers the prospects, and even Rodeo in the dunk tank, she doesn't remember getting wet so she thinks she knows the answer already. But then she thinks back on the fuzzy parts of the night and she can't be totally sure about anything.