Circumstances did something odd with June’s voice, and Serafina pursed her lips, imagining a screen or barrier between them. She had felt nothing like that at the table, but maybe the acoustics were playing games with her. “I’ve been good!” She said a little loudly, smiling all the same. “But it has been a while, yes. How are you?” And she truly wanted to know.
Thinking back to the haunted house, June had been the more enthusiastic of the trio, and that allowed Seras to easily get into the spirit, even when things became frantic. But through it all, she remembered why June stopped by her table. “Oh—is your bag here? Are you sure it was this table?” There were many tables, of that she was sure, and she would have had a difficult time telling one from another.