[Wide-eyed, she nods. Purple zebras are still zebras, and dinosaurs were real, once. Unicorns are pure fantasy, utter impossibility-- and admittedly, girly to boot. It's a solid choice. And so she starts to wander down the path. Not too swiftly; she's in no hurry to strike out on her own.]
[ooc; where do you think they'd end up come midnight~ish? ♥]
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[ooc; where do you think they'd end up come midnight~ish? ♥]