who ciri and klara what being a couple of old kids where magic kingdom when today status/rating on going & tbd
She plopped herself down on the rocks outlining the plants and held an ice cream sandwich out to Ciri. Klara was a bit overwhelmed in this place and was not ashamed to admit she spent a fair amount of time sitting near the various plant life in the parks. The plants were happy, calming, and didn't overwhelm her.
"It is good," was all she said to Ciri as she pulled the wrapper off her own ice cream sandwich. Cookies and cream ice cream between two chocolate Mickey-shaped cookies, what was not to like? Klara swung her feet so the back of her bright green sneakers knocked into the stone as she took a large bite of the ice cream. Her sharp gaze followed the people that were walking past them.
This place was overly colorful and loud.
She chewed thoughtfully on her ice cream sandwich before she glanced at Ciri. "Do you want to ride a ride? Flight of Neverland or Little Mermaid might not be too awful." Big Thunder Mountain wasn't her thing and the teacups made her stomach feel off so she preferred to ignore those rides.
"Or we could attempt to find..." Her lips screwed to the side as she tried to pronounce the name correctly in her accented voice. "Jaskier. I think it would fun to make him meet the fake princesses here." The bard was basically just a giant child and Klara did not actually feel like she needed to stab him in the gut. Maybe Goodland was changing her? "He could buy us food at Beast's castle. I do not think Geralt wants to do that. He is grumpier than I am." Her lips quirked into a half-smile before she ate more of her ice cream sandwich. In a world of children wearing short shorts and tank tops, she was the one wearing capris and a short sleeve hoodie. Her long hair was in a severe french braid and she would have looked like a miniature old lady if it was not for the pair of Tinkerbell themed ears on her head.