Chanel holds her breath, but no horror pokes its maw or tentacles out of the depths, just yet. She relaxes for a moment, seeing her brother's new toy. "I love that. But. You and cacti don't have the most friendly history, do you?" She warns, like he didn't know. She could deduce where this linchpin had arisen.

"Oh, the creepers." She'd almost forgotten. Chanel turns away from the ledge and starts walking toward them, instead. "Of course. I should take a picture with them, actually."

Very important to show off to Mary Grace that one of them had successfully done the prom crime they'd actually set out to do. Sort of.