"You still have time." To get comfortable meeting people. She's only a kid, after all. "But hopefully, this'll be a step in the right direction, as far as getting you comfortable goes."

It can't hurt, at least.

He shrugs, either way, and as they pass through a grouping of trees, there's a flicker of something at the edges of her vision, mother of pearl and shifting, like a soap bubble, and then all at once, there's the sound of voices and music somewhere both nearby and distant. The party, it seems, was being hidden from anyone who might just stumble into it. Dylan gives her a moment to come to terms with that, knowing how disorienting it can be, if you're not expecting it, and to ask questions about it, if she has any.