The crepe stand girl had since made her own strawberry-banana crepe and was eating it in rapt interest. Life just kept getting better. Meanwhile, Kanji wouldn't admit any further that he was still treated like a baby. It was either 'child' or 'old man who repeats grades'. He hated that there was nothing in the middle for him.

Ohh, there she goes into her crepe. Why was- oh. ...so CUTE.

"Sorry. Mind's set." The little grin was only half from his own stubbornness. But he turned and followed her gaze. It was covered in lights that swept up and down the rails and was hard to miss even among the glitz of Sparks Golsaucia. It was a ways out, but what harm was there in a walk?

"...Then let's get on our way to the Ferris Wheel."

He offered a hand. S-so they don't get separated.