There's a briefest of moments where Jules hesitates at the mention of the ferris wheel, some leftover memory imprint of the clock tower that has her balking at heights, but it's pushed aside nearly as soon as it appears. She's made her peace with all of that and isn't planning on giving old fears any more traction.

"Sounds good to me!" Reaching up to absently fix her ponytail, she grins impishly. "Long as you're prepared to eat my dust at the arcade, obviously."