"Purple, what's wrong?" Zara Jameson and Jane McCain's voices snapped Purple Summers back to reality.
"Oh... nothing." Purple Summers chuckled and said, "You guys are only what, seventeen or eighteen? Already thinking about maintaining your youth? Talk to me in ten years!"
Jane McCain teased her, "Hey, listen to how high and mighty you talk, aren't you the same age as us?"
While speaking, she started to tickle Purple, "...making you pay for trying to act mature, making you pay!"
Zara Jameson laughed on the side, "Jane, tickle her, tickle her, I can't stand to see her putting on this act of being so old and serious."
"That's just my natural demeanor, a true expression of my feelings!" Purple Summers defended herself with a laugh as she dodged.
The three girls laughed and messed around, becoming a jolly mess.
Soon it was noon, and the feast began.
