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[center][sup]The Mall[/sup][/center]

 Mariah was pretty content to follow Isla around, answering questions or redirecting her away from security guards as needed. For the duration of their walk through the mall, Mariah mostly snickered at Isla's glee, and found that she was actually kind of enjoying her presence. Isla's energy was kind of refreshing and it weirdly reminded her of Tory-- though the amount of times the word 'fuck' had been said so far was severely lacking. As she would with him, Mariah let Isla's conversation carry itself-- not really bothering to respond unless there was an actual adequate pause for some. Usually people like this were more on the "thinking aloud" style of speech anyway. On the whole, Mariah really didn't mind it, as the adventure through the mall would be more entertaining with Isla's commentary.

[color=f26522]Penny! PENNY!"[/color]

 When Isla scooted off, Mariah took her time to catch up, not really bothering to keep pace. She could see Isla-- everything was fine. By the time she caught up, Isla was tossing questions her way-- [color=f26522]“What’s after smoothies? I haven’t eaten yet, we should definitely get food… And shopping! Can adults go in that playground I saw earlier? Not that I want to, I'm just curious…”[/color] Mariah gave Penny a smile and a little wave, before glancing at the smoothie line, already making peace with the fact she was going to join it.

With a shrug, Mariah replied, [color=#F3128D]"I mean, you can pretty much do anything anyway as long as nobody stop you, right?"[/color] Which was probably some kind of modern philosophy point. She stared up at the pretty glowing ceiling through her shaded lenses and added, [color=#F3128D]"Food court here ain't bad. It'd be good fuel for shoppin'-- I got 'bout two-fifty from all them scratch of lotto tickets I had."[/color]  Which had been a rather alarming amount of good luck, considering the situation surrounding said tickets. It was at this juncture that Mariah zoned out pretty hard. 

 She had got kicked by a horse yesterday-- a whole HORSE. 

While she wasn't exactly in critical condition, the side she landed on was covered in a considerable amount of bruises and scrapes, and her head had been feeling kinda foggy since then. It was as if the horse had kicked out some a her brain cells-- or maybe they had decided to leave the place, in the face of such danger. And it was also at this juncture, that she noted her ability to understand what Isla was saying, had increased considerably. A smirk followed by a weird and low laughter escaped her then. Maybe getting Tory kicked by a horse would increase his grasp upon more words in English that weren't 'fuck'.

[color=#F3128D]"Strawberry Banana,"[/color] she head herself mumble.

Wherever Isla's hoodie went, Mariah followed, like some kind of yellow seeking zombie. She looked down and found a smoothie clutched in her hands. Without questioning it, Mariah went ahead and started sipping, only pausing to ask Isla, [color=#F3128D]"What other kinda Miami stuff you wanna do? I'm free all day or whateva. Might go perform tonight tho. Wanna go try some fried gator?"[/color]