Mary and Piper. She'd remember those names easily, as well as the unique characteristics of the faces which belonged to the both of them -- no other two people had actually taken the time to engage her in a conversation about anything other than self-plight or the state of a decaying society. A memorable quality. One that made her suddenly very satisfied and content that she'd decided to cross the street to this palace on whimsy rather than reason.
And as she glanced between them for a brief process of studying their postures, she'd had a moment of regretting that her possessions not be in something more elegant or refined.. but that was all right, she'd thought to herself, not one of them made mention of the state of her purse. Why feel inadequate at all? Her gladdened cheeks were rosy with amusement and delight.
"Of course!" Helene carefully put back in the contents she was going to remove from her bag, and stepped forward to coil her arm around Piper's elbow. Her smile had yet to meet it's end. "I do believe that the park will be much more exciting with human company rather than only flowers, ferns, and lonely benches overgrown with ivy and mosses. And to love, palaces, and air -- my heart is ever at either of your services for being the company I'm keeping. The lot of you might find it a fun game.." she bit her lip thoughtfully, "To pretend that the park is indeed a palace, and for good measure, in the air. Why not? What say you?"