Oh? So he knew, did he? She watched as he shook his head, not taking it seriously because it was obvious he didn't know her-know her. "Am I that predictable?" she teased, resting her hands on her hips. At him taking her challenge on, she dropped her hands and nodded. "I look forward to being scared, then." Would he pop out of random walls and yell BOO? Or set spiders on her favorite spot in the common room? Exciting.

"If you did then we couldn't be friends," she informed, nodding solemnly. At first look she might seem like a girl who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but she could totally kick bum if it came down to it. Hiss! "It's a hobby of mine. Brewing and harvesting ingredients." Just fyi.

Multi-colored eyes raking their surroundings, Beverly pointed toward a healthier patch of grass. It was already drying up as they neared deeper into Autumn and closer to Winter, but there was hope. "Maybe there. Come on." She didn't wait for him to follow. He'd shown interest in helping so she was sure he'd fall in-step.