Honestly, it was fun with these three. There never seemed to be a dull moment between Gon's seemingly endless supply of energy that kept her going when she felt as though she would pass out, and with Leorio and Kurapika who always bickered like an old married couple, but she enjoyed it. It gave her something to smile and laugh about—or to scold the two and drag them to her height to hit on the back of their heads. She almost felt like the mother of the four. But there was always something in the back of her mind telling her they wouldn't stay as these four forever, though she tried to keep it there.
"Margeaux!" Gon had called for her, and she found herself following alongside him, through a town that appeared to be deserted. She had spaced out—again. Just as she ran to catch up to the three, a cart came out of the wall, led by people with masks, and an old woman sat in the middle.
"Exciting…" Exciting? The thought had barely crossed her mind before she found herself hearing the woman repeating herself again and once more. "Exciting two choice quiz!" That had caught her off guard.
"Two choice quiz?" Whispering those words to herself, she looked about, seeing what she could of the area they were in, and it was obvious they'd have to go through them to get where they need. Lost in her thoughts, she missed the directions, though she felt as though she wouldn't need them, especially given the stranger that seemed to have followed them and volunteered to go first.
"…You can only choose to save your mother or lover. Who do you choose?" What kind of question is that?! A deep breath was sucked in at that, and she turned to give small glances over towards Kurapika and Gon—both of who seemed deep in thought—while Leorio was busy fuming over the question.
"My mother."
"Why?"
"Because you only have one mother, but you can find another lover."
Wrong. Her head shook, and a hand tightened at the strap on her backpack. Mom refuses to. Your one lover is the perfect one for you, and no one else can replace them.
"You may pass." Those words sent her eyes towards the old woman, who seemed to be disapproving of the answer. But he's not correct. She took a step forward, giving small glances over towards the other three, hoping they would get the message, but Leorio seemed lost in his own world when they were given the question.
"…You can only choose to save your son or daughter. Who do you choose?" Same question. She could hear the faint sound of Leorio moving behind her—he always seemed to have heavy feet when he walked, especially when angry. A sigh leaves her lips as she hears the woman count down, and once it's done with; she turns to face Leorio who was about to charge at the woman, but she was too late.
"Leorio! Calm down!" Kurapika had intervened—luckily. The sound of wood meeting wood made her eyes squeeze shut—just to avoid any hitting her in her eyes, though she found herself speaking up before giving him the chance to retort.
"Idiot, the correct answer was being quiet. There is no right answer to such a question. And she never said we had to give an answer." Gray eyes met confused brown ones, though it finally clicked when he turned to Kurapika—who gave him a small nod and smile.
"You're correct."
"I can't figure it out!" Those words had barely left the old woman's lips before Gon was speaking up from his position on the floor, and Margeaux turned to look down at him.
"The quiz is over, Gon. You don't have to anymore."
"He means in a real life situation. What would you do?" An almost somber smile curled at her lips as she peers down at Gon who gave her a surprised look. "Luckily, you have quite a while before you have to worry about that, Gon. Right now, focus on getting to the Exam." A pale—and seemingly fragile hand extended towards the tanned boy, helping him from his seat on the dirt.
"Yeah!" It earned her another smile—something she's almost gotten used to, yet it still makes her feel almost like a proud mother. With a soft giggle leaving her and the boy, she hooked an arm in his, leading him towards the path.
"Thank you, Ma'am." The words sounded like usual—whispered and almost hushed, yet it earned her a smile and nod from the woman before the four were continuing down the path, prepared to walk for hours if needed.