// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
Having glanced across the way towards Melita while he stood in line for the popcorn, he sees her approaching, eager joy still present and now joined with the satisfaction of victory. He grins around a bite he's just taken and extends the bag of popcorn to her without a second thought, letting her freely pilfer it. Expectantly he glances towards her, wordless for a moment as he swallows. "Hang on, what'd you get!?" he demands, rather curious about egg-trading potentials.
He has been scouting out their options though, and while they certainly would not be leaving before riding in one of the massive balloons, he is in agreement that the line could be waited out. "Wh'bou 'ook'uck?" he mumbles out around a fresh handful of the popcorn, the buttery, salty, goodness of it all requiring a conveyer belt of feeding into his mouth. He gestures helpfully towards the game stand with her calling card on it, in case she didn't understand what the fuck he just said.
He has been scouting out their options though, and while they certainly would not be leaving before riding in one of the massive balloons, he is in agreement that the line could be waited out. "Wh'bou 'ook'uck?" he mumbles out around a fresh handful of the popcorn, the buttery, salty, goodness of it all requiring a conveyer belt of feeding into his mouth. He gestures helpfully towards the game stand with her calling card on it, in case she didn't understand what the fuck he just said.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
