Khalida smiles. “I know it was your mortal mom, and I don’t know if it’s just with my mom but married couples usually take their counterparts to the best place around.” She pointedly looks around, attempting to hide the color climbing her neck. 

Layla frowns and taps her chin. “We can take one of the bikes and go back to the house,” she offers. “But.. you’ll have to drive. I’m no good on a bike.”

Danarae waves bye with a smile.