Seven bags on a wheeled cart, plus two in Calla's arms. Having to come from a wealthy family, Daphne was pretty straightforward on the concept of being prepared. In this case, fashion-wise. Having her little sister complain for almost the entire trip to the gate, Daph knew for sure that she should really be thanking her, considering that her stuff was in at least two of the bags, [i]not[/i] including the carry-ons. "I'd prefer being stylishly-prepared", she responded back to her, looking back while tipping her sunglasses down a little, as she walked. After a moment, she readjusted the accessory, and continued on. "Be glad that this is your stuff too, not just mine", the eldest answered her before stopping, and waiting for the younger to catch up. However, as soon as she stopped, she had an expression of disbelief. In the distance, there were two faces she did not expect: Fred and Velma. What is this? Why are they here? 

Fred has been talking with Velma, when he happened to notice a red-head in purple. What was she doing here? Unlike Daphne, he was surprised...and confused. "Daph?", he called out. Having to get over her state, she straightened up. "I'm not talking to you guys", she told them, having to make a zipping motion over her mouth, and throwing away "the key". No matter how much she tries to ignore them, Daphne couldn't hold back a demand for an explanation. "What the heck are you doing here?", that was the demand.