Pearl returned the mini hug, glad that Rocky seemed to be in a good mood. Of course the comparison to Helen of Troy made her roll her eyes, but the other girl's mood was infectious and Pearl was still smiling, obviously amused. "I'm not THAT good looking, and I don't think I want to be. Besides! You can talk! Everytime I see you, even lounging around, I want to photograph you because you look so unfairly stunning." She said, pulling a face at how unfair it was, which happened to be when the taxi turned up.
Climbing in, and waiting for Rocky to join her, the witch then leant forward to tell the driver where to head. "Drink, Boston. Thanks!" Sitting back, Pearl looked at Rocky. "I don't really know the proper plan. I figured we start at this bar and then if we don't like we move on." She shrugged.