Aloy and Isaac
Isaac was one of those people who had red, white, and blue on his face. He wasn't exactly sure why, as he'd never been that fond of his time in America and had actually been happier in France. But honestly, it was red, white and blue too, so did it really make any difference? And anyway, he felt like celebrating today for some reason.
When the girl stood beside him and voiced her curiosity, he couldn't help but hear. He looked over at her with a little grin.
"Yeah, I guess it is. We're just all painting ourselves with American colors, since it's an American holiday."
And he knew - being one - that Americans could really go overboard about this stuff.