"An ta be sure, dogs know best yeah?" Sadie believed it was true, even if it was playing into her own love for the four legged. "An's hard to argue with when fall comes 'roun' I think, even if summer's just the best there is." She let the conversation flow easily around the words, not thinking so much, worrying less, and trusting in her autopilot. It was nice, having someone to talk to, and she couldn't help but reflect once again on how that had become her norm since coming to Repose — which was one of the biggest pieces of why she spoke of the place with a love and fondness that was entirely genuine.
When he switched gears from seasons to the carnival though, she perked right up all the more.
"Well, got a mate out that way and he's a real fine dancer." Which was true of Beau, in no mistake. "And there's all manner of things a person could want to see. Some of its tricks like, other's is more performances like you ain't gonna catch elsewhere." She paused a moment, considering her sales pitch. She'd never been terribly good at selling herself, instead letting the music she played and the way she moved act as the draw. "S'real magic is what." She winked playfully. "Could be that the best way to find out is just to come on down?" Carefully the last part was weaved as a question, so if he did come she could be certain he was doing it without any of her influence outside of being the catalyst of a busker on the sidewalk.
"Could even say, if'n ya' do come 'roun', I'll cover your ticket if ya don't have a good time." She threw that at the end, because that sounded fair right? What was there to lose if you weren't even paying the money out of your own pocket to get out the door. Plus, confident as confident was that the Carnival could get people coming back all on its own. "But smart money says there's a piece of it for everyone, even if ridin' rides and eatin' fair food's not yer favorite thing there is." Another dimpled smile was there. "An I'm jus' about always walkin' the midway settin' tones."