Ophelia's drunk, so she can't even pretend her heart doesn't skip a beat when she sees JD's glowing face. This is where JD looks most at home. Not the Grotto, per se, but out in the wilderness. The shabby bricks are a paper thin wall between them and the expanse of trees. It's loud and crowded, but still makes Ophelia think of quieter hikes and letting her hand brush JD's arm.

She pulls her knees up to her chest and flashes what she hopes is a brilliant smile, but she can't hold back the bark of high pitched laughter at merely being asked a question. Ophelia pats the ground next to her, please, please, come sit. "Sooooooo much fun." Ophelia's tendency to drag out syllables isn't helped by booze. "Better now that I've found you!" Technically, it was JD who found Ophelia. "You look totally sober, though, Jay-Deeeee."