"Mischief is always good,"

Charity nodded. Though she wasn't one to generally cause mischief she knew in fact that it could be a fun and good thing. She smiled, trying to imagine the kind of miscief her and Gil could get into before she became suddenly rather embarassed at what she had asked him. Of course he couldn't stay the night with her. It was just plain stupid to be even thinking about. She wondered what Gil thought of her and she blushed even more.

His laugh, albeit not entirely natural, had her looking up, though she still felt the warmth of the redness in her cheeks. Charity nodded again at Gil's suggestion. She took his hand and they made their way to the Thames. Walking along the cobbled streets by the river the two chatted, catching up on could not be said in owls. Every now and then Charity would stop to kiss Gil and then would continue, pulling him along with her along the familiar pathway.

For a moment Charity stopped and went to the railing near the river. She looked out across it and then turned, grinning at Gil. Her back against the rail she set her hands behind her on it and thrust upward. She wobbled a bit and then caught her balance as she sat on the rail, her back to the river. Charity crooked a finger at Gil. "Help me up. I want to stand, but if you don't hold onto me," Charity made a downward dive motion with her hand. She grinned. "It wont be a pretty sight."