<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">She really couldn't believe it. What incredible luck they'd had! Dashing rogues like them got what they wanted. It had been proven beyond any doubt now. Still, this was no time to be snooty. With a shriek of laughter, she jumped into the bed after Blake, her borrowed, oddly fitting skirt billowing as she jumped up and down on the bed, flying upwards with very little effort every time she landed. Her eyes shone with excitement at every new experience.<br/><br/>"Like jumping on a cloud, too!" She laughed, falling down next to him and spreading out her arms and legs to cover as much of the bed as possible. The ceiling above them was so clean; no cobwebs, no odd colored stains, no smoke damage. Her ear-to-ear grin slowly dimmed down to a lazy smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She reached out and took Blake's hand.<br/><br/>"I'm glad we fled into this house," she said with a yawn.</div></div>