What was the name of what she's wearing again? Dreidel? No, that can't be right. She considered asking Dash for a brief moment, but she decided not to in the end. She didn't want Dash to know that she was still capable of asking stupid questions. Even if she hadn't actually made much personal growth, she wanted it to
seem like she did. Besides, she looked cute with her hair done in braids and the short skirt grazing her thighs, and Dash did too. "Don't we look like sisters?" Gia giggled as she leaned over to whisper in the other girl's ear, giving her fingers an affectionate squeeze.
It's been another few months since she's seen Dash, and when she suggested they meet up, Gia saw it as the perfect opportunity to go to October fest. She was always so
busy, and sometimes Gia had no idea what exactly it was that she was busy with. Of course, she hadn't forgotten the whole fiasco in the office a few months ago, but it wasn't always like that, right? She felt like she should ask, but she also set a strict "no work-talk" rule before they got to the portkey, and she intended on keeping it. As fascinating as Dash's job was, they were in Germany, at a beer festival, wearing special clothing for the event. Whatever Dash had to say about animals or Gia had to
complain say about her brother could wait.
"I think all the food is down by the river," Gianna gestured, squinting into the distance as she shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand, "we need to fatten you up. How are you still so skinny? Maybe I shouldn't've given up waitressing– I've gained a solid few pounds since I've started working for your brother." It was ridiculous coming from Gianna, who was skinner than most girls, but she still envied Dash who was obviously smaller and lighter on her feet. She pinched her cheek slightly for emphasis, squishing what she hoped was leftover baby fat.
"We can come back to the town later." Unlike her, Dash was probably a lot more interested in the architecture than she was. The shop where they got fitted for their outfits was cute, but it's not like the houses were going to up and leave anytime soon. "C'mon, it looks like a bit of a walk, and I'm starving." She hoped Dash knew German, because she couldn't understand anything, and only managed to find the clothing shop because it had the picture of a dress on the sign. It could've just as well been a shop for washing. Honestly, you'd think they'd know to put up a translating charm or something for a festival of this size. For now, she was just going to count her sickles and hope she won't order herring salad by mistake.
Eww.
@Arden Dasher 
