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A small giggle escaped her, not able to squirm in her excitement with her folded legs, squeezing Maxwell's hand in excitement. "I know," Amara squeaked a little as the ride lurched to life, beginning its slow ascent. "Too late now!"

More laughter of anticipation took her, squeezing towards the jaguar within her restraints. She turned her head as though to hide from the view of the ride cresting the first rise, but one eye remained forward, her grin wide. For all her quiet and demure nature, this was quite against it, and it was a thrill she'd not soon forget!

"Wo~ow!" she cried out in amazement at the view that unfolded before them, momentarily forgetting that the ride wasn't going to continue forward much longer, not with the slope it was creeping towards...

She wanted to repeat his warning in question, but the reason for it became painfully clear as the cars continued forward despite the decided lack of straight path...unless one considered straight down a path to follow. The roller coaster did just that, dropping its occupants a few stories with increasing speed, preparing to lurch them back up and around another part of the park.

The Spiraffe squealed. There was no other word for it, as it was quite possible she was unable to scream, but the sound was higher than a squeak. Her fingers twined firmly in delightful fright with the jaguar's dark paw, curly hair billowing back from her fair face, a wide grin between fear and sheer glee curving her lips. Laughter escaped her upon one of the harder turns, another squeal on the heels of it as they crested another hill.

Words were beyond her at this point. All she had to express any type of emotion was her half-hearted grip on the railing, and her slightly more dependant grasp of Maxwell's paw.

Amara could barely glance to Maxwell in surprise before they were dropped again, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment while another gleeful sound escaped her. She decided that trying to talk - and understand talk - on a roller coaster was slightly counter productive when she was squeaking at every turn and drop.

Her hair began to settle around her face in thicker curls, the air wasn't so firm against her face, and she realized they were coming to a stop. "...over already?" The Spiraffe blinked at her own words before giggling, embarrassed. She'd been squealing and pressed so hard into her seat she might have very well disappeared into it; to sound disappointed now seemed a bit silly to her.

She realized she was still clasping Maxwell's paw, to which she gave a sweet squeeze. "Thank you," she smiled at him gratefully, thumb tapping the black fur, "for this. A-and the compliment." No amount of being dropped or flung around would make her forget that! Amara thrived on kind words, having not yet found her nitch with everyone else, but it did her heart well to be so kindly spoke of.

Lilith started to actually have fun as she sifted through the many garments that Mena had. But she knew that she couldn't dawdle. She needed to pick something and fast. She pulled out a sheer gossamer summer dress and a fitting black spaghetti strap dress.

'Um, where can I change?' she managed as she eyed Colton looking dumbfounded in his seat.

The retriever hyte nodded a bit and opened the door, heading out with his tail tucked between his legs. Colton would do this for his friends, Isoke and Gyasi, and for Lilith's revenge on Maxwell, and for his "babies' mama" Mena, but why couldn't it just be a scope out operation? Why did there have to be disguises involved and high-tech surveillance equipment?

The male hyte easily found the bathrooms outside the gates of the park and ducked inside a stall. The clothes were so much different than his own that it took a little while to adjust them to look more natural in the darkened bathroom mirror. Having changed and somehow managed to stuff his canine ears in the wig - he looked more like a black lab than a golden retriever now - Colton took his clothes and put them in a locker that was conveniently placed outside the bathrooms, and then slipped the elastic cord with the key around his wrist.

His instructions were to wait for Mena by the gate. Where was the gate? The sunglasses obscured his vision a little bit and the wig felt itchy and uncomfortable, but the puppy hyte squinted and managed to find the entrance and lean casually against the side post.

Philomena eyed Lilith thoughtfully before turning to dig in a small box, and came back with a long crystal quartz pendant on a silver chain. She scooted around to Lilith's back and brushed the other Hyte's hair off to the side while she fastened the pendant in back, then went back to her original position in front of Lilith. There was a pause before the Turkish Angora woman smiled and said, "You look sexy and stylish, and Maxwell will be sorry for what he's missing."

A mischievous look flitted across the cat woman's features, and she leaned in to give Lilith a peck on the cheek before practically booting the bird out the van door. "Remember though, don't fall for his suave ways and let him back just like that! Make him work for it!"