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••• shrugged, "I've made worse decisions. "I'm Tara. . . Who do I remind you of?'

Tara glanced past the woman toward the sprawling mansion before looking back at her. ". . .You know, in my experience, following mysterious strangers into creepy old houses usually ends pretty badly." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But. . ." She •••

"Alright," she folded her arms. "Sell me on them. . .what's the one riddle you're convinced nobody can solve?"

She arched a brow, "I'm Tara."

Tara's smile faded just enough to become unreadable. "I've had enough people turn phone calls into games." Her fingers tightened around the mug resting beside her. "So if this ends with someone asking me what my favorite scary movie is. . ." A tiny huff escaped her.

Tara turned her head to look at Pippa, "yeah. . .just very tired." She half smiled, "what brings you here? I thought you left to home already."

Tara leaned a bit forward toward Judy, "come on, the joke wasn't that good." She said with a teasing grin decorating her lips.

She narrowed her eyes playfully. "Is that your way of saying I smile too much?" A grin tugged at her lips, "because I can absolutely stop."

"Not really." She elicited a long suffering sigh, "I have a lot in my mind and my mind refuses to shut up."

"I mean. . ." She looked him up and down once more, definitely suspicious— ". . .can you blame me?"