Or maybe I do, and this is all some elaborate plot to string me along until you pin a butterfly pin on me.

[ Despite the put on sigh, the banter is batted back and there's the unmistakeable tinge of jest to her voice. She doesn't provide any resistance as she's lead along by the handsome stranger further into the depths of the maze, keeping her gaze curiously on affixed on the back of his head before lengthening her stride so she can walk alongside him. ]

Are you speaking for yourself and projecting onto me? [ He's not wrong in his guess which she admits as much. What is purposefully left out is why she had reached for his hand in the first place. It's better not to think about the reason at all, really. ] As stunning as the festivities are, I'd be remiss not to take in the rest of the grounds too. Experiences are best enjoyed in a balance.