[He glances over at her with a little smile. The lantern is warm in his large hands, and he presses them firmly against the metal.]
One . . . two . . . three! There they go--
[There they go, two lonely little lights bobbing out into the water. Whether it's a trick of the current or simply how this festival is designed, they stay together, bumping against one another now and again, floating out towards the edge where all the other lanterns have gathered.]
. . . I think I could learn to like this tradition.
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[He glances over at her with a little smile. The lantern is warm in his large hands, and he presses them firmly against the metal.]
One . . . two . . . three! There they go--
[There they go, two lonely little lights bobbing out into the water. Whether it's a trick of the current or simply how this festival is designed, they stay together, bumping against one another now and again, floating out towards the edge where all the other lanterns have gathered.]
. . . I think I could learn to like this tradition.