“—No…it’s great…great…” she glanced away from the girl, Etro she was terrible at lying to her. “Gives you lots of memories.”
“Ah… Well that’s… Great.” The older girl was certainly off–it was not like her to trip over her words in such a way. Perhaps talking about a lighter, happier topic would improve the latter’s mood, and the silverette had provided Deuce with a perfect segue. Or, so she had thought. And so asked with a smile returning to her face, “What kind of memories? I’m sure you had lots of fun!"