In comparison to Booker, Kit was of sound mind and disposition. Sure, the dolls had been creepy and the bruises had been unexpected. The nightmares he had experienced had set him on edge and resulted in a handful of sleepless days, making him grouchy and short-tempered. Yet his life hadn't been tilted too far off its axis, things had continued as they usually did, and for the most part he was feeling fine.
Dressed in his typical all-black attire, more casual than his show clothes after switching out a button up shirt for a simple t-shirt instead, Kit made his way to the ticket booths once the sun had set behind the horizon. He was intrigued by the idea of the lantern festival, never having experienced something similar despite his advanced years, and he was pleased to have company to witness it in the form of Booker and Meredith; both of whom, it seemed, had arrived before him. Meredith made sense, seeing as their meeting point was her usual hub within the circus. Booker, he had suspected, would also be prompt, yet a small part of the older vampire wondered whether he had shaken him up enough to put him out of sorts. Apparently not.
"Sorry if I'm late," Kit said as he came to a stop beside his companions, hands tucked into his pockets casually. "Mr. Booker, Ms. Crogan. Shall we?" Removing a hand, Kit held his arm out for Meredith to take as he flashed Booker a grin both in greeting and as a callback to their conversation regarding Kit's attempts at being gentlemanly.