[Sebastian has possibly spent the evening trying - rather in vain - to teach the young master to skate properly. After a few hours of that he supposes it's time for a break (humans are so frail). He's standing a few feet away from Bull, next to a hot chocolate cart, taste-testing a mug of the drink. Can't serve just any drivel to the master, after all.
He casts a glance in Bull's direction and smiles.]
At least this place seems to have little interest in profit - winning something might even be possible. [The stalls are probably not rigged and just for show, you know?]