Heather stepped out of the shadows of Geneva's garden, in an attempt to scare her friend. Geneva doesn't flinch, but smiles. "Come on, we'll be late." She linked arms with her friend, leading her to the door, "It was your idea to go to the Dickens fair anyways. You could at least work with me to get there on time." "Woah, woah, woah, why would I help you?" Heather replied, spurring a bout of laughter from Geneva.