Persephone chuckled, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. "Heeled boots are so very impractical, but Mother says they're 'the modern style' and I should be 'lucky to even own a pair'!" Although Dr. Witaker wouldn't know this, Persephone's impression of her mother was spot-on. It was a little talent she had, imitating people to a tee, but she didn't often get to use it, as most of those at her family's status would be offended by a simple joking impression. Persephone gave a huff and, when they finally reached the top of the hill, did not let go of Dr. Witaker's arm, finding she rather liked the pleasant feel of the gesture. "Now I am in Whitby, though, there is nothing to stop me from buying a pair that aren't so incompetent!"