[Her eyes are on the plush doll, face in deep concentration over the name, and largely missing the heat in Lance’s face when they break from the hug. A name…

The last bit seems to pull her out of it, and she looks up, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips.] I have never had a prize won for me at a festival before. Well, I have never been to a festival like this before at all.

[Most of the ones hosted by Olympia or Wyver involved a lot of drinking and carousing. And-]

I’m having fun.

[Ah. She’s feeling a little bit warm. Tucking the large stuffed animal under an arm, she turns towards the blinking lights of the Ferris Wheel nearby.]

In any case, now that we have this, shall we continue?