"Wait, playing with the siren is an option?" Beverly asks after just a moment's pause, grinning as she speaks. It's easy enough to at least guess at what that might mean, and if she's right, that's an option that can't be passed up, tempting as delivery might be. It's early enough yet; they'll still have plenty of time to come back here and settle in and find something to watch, a routine she's come to look forward to. She never had that kind of normalcy back home, and she would never have wanted to do anything that would have kept her at home with her father, either. It's different being here, feeling safe, just having someone who gives a damn about her.

"I mean, I think I'd have to be crazy not to pick playing with the siren."