"Oh? You'd push me about in a wheel barrow? You be such a man, Argo!" Alisa was still holding her sides as she kept laughing and walking with Argo. The two probably looked either drunk, or very merry. it was open to interpretation. "No chariot? Ah mean, dere so many fun t'ings we could do wit' one o' dem! Like race down de streets, be part o' de parade, 'ave a romantic trist..." She battered her eye lashes, looking up at Argo and then busting out laughing, again.
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