"Hardly, the last time... I'm sure there's no guarantee about your mischief the next time." Neville was still smiling, happy he could fulfil the Carnival rule of winning Ari a prize.
"You're very welcome. I'm just sorry it couldn't be a real kitten. After all, you gave me real toads." They strolled along after Abraxan had sniffed at the plushie Ari was now holding, whuffing out a sneeze in response before he trotted ahead of them slightly.
Neville's hand brushed the small of Ariana's back as they navigated through a particularily crowded area of the Carnival and he remembered the last time he'd been at the camp, owing her a kiss. Soon, he thought, when they could find a secluded enough place. "I was going to suggest a ride but, I don't think Abraxan would like it too much."