Oh my goth!

I was walking out of the gym a while ago, freshly washed, my hair damp, my bag slung over my right shoulder. T'is a mild evening, so I thought I might amble back to the house. I had run a steady neddy 6k to ease the kinks out of my BUPA legs and I was feeling slightly peckish. When,
'Why hello there Little Goth Kid.' (for it was she)
'Fatmammycat!' (for it was me) She cried in such a high pitched happy cry that I feared for my wardrobe.
'Where are you off to then?'
'Skate park' said she, and indeed she was channeling the very spirit of an early Avril Lavine. I also should have taken notice of the skate board in her hand I suppose, but like I say, I was hungry.
We waffled for a few minutes and were about to part when I said,
'Doing anything Satdee?'
'No!' Said she all smiley and gleeful. 'What do you want to do? Shopping? Cinema? Shopping? Shopping?'
'Hiking' sez I, 'Glendalough, if the weather stays fine.'
'Oh...well, sure.'
'Excellent, we'll go down early, see if we can't do the 3 hour hike that me and my 'merican chum went on.'
'Right.'
'See you then!'
I waved and she trudged off with herself.
Poor child, I imagine she'll be doing little rain dances all about her bedroom to Korn this week.