Felicia chuckled to herself. The garden was far in the back of her mind, she hardly recognized the word when Megan spoke it. "oh the garden, it's nearly night, Meg. Don't be like that." She looked up at Chris, his invitation seemed wide open. "besides, we had that whole plan... to slip everyone here a rufilin and sell their cars to our friend Angelo" Felicia got a clever smile on her face. She seemed excited about her own wittiness.<br/><br/>-Felicia