"Booze? T-that already sounds like a bad idea." She gave Harry a pointed look, one that said 'you're being you again' before bringing her flaming marshmallow to her lap over the tissue. "And we definitely [i]cannot[/i] go hide and seek after drinking! Who knows what'll happen?" Amy directed that to the whole group, concerned as she began entering - what the group jokingly called - 'mother mode'. "What if someone trips?" She started, counting down on her fingers, "o-or what if a snake bites you? Or worse, you get lost...?" Amy's voice slowly lowered as she realised she was being a 'sourpuss' again. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed and she looked away from the group, mumbling a quiet apology.