The two of you rush to the scrambler, and you sit on the inside. Little did you know that Heather would be slamming into you, threatening to crush your wimpy little bones like toothpicks. However, you wish you and Heather were even closer together.
As the scrambler whirls around, everything outside of your seat is blurry, and Heather's hair whips your face. Her laughter is well-worth it, though.
Unfortunately, you can't laugh with her because both Clarence and Delilah, Heather's fish, fly out of the scrambler and off into the woods. If I may interject for a moment: what kind of moron brings something like a fish or a loose bag onto a ride like the "Scrambler"? Even if you don't know what it is, the name should tip you off.
Okay, I'm done berating you. Moron.
Should you tell Heather and ruin her fun? Maybe she won't notice. I mean, Clarence and Delilah haven't exactly been centerpieces to your evening. I'm actually kind of surprised you didn't forget Clarence somewhere.
Heather slides away from you again for a brief moment only to crash into you again. She shouts and laughs, and you offer a smile to try to hide what you know.
>> Tell her about the fish?