"What?" Credence says, because that's all he can say, most of him left completely and utterly confused by the whirlwind that seems to be the girl with red-gold hair. He's not really sure he has a choice, and peaches do sound nice. Awful nice, really, a treat. Adventures were never really a good thing here, he wants to say, but he keeps his mouth shut.

She seems like she could be happy here. That's why Credence doesn't say anything, though he feels a pang of envy.She even offers to hold his hand, and Credence lets out a small noise of alarm and panic that makes him sound an awful lot like a startled parent, cheeks red and flushed.

"I--it's alright," he manages. Peaches it is. "I hear it's not too far to the grove..."