information booth — i am the latest, sorry! ;w;
[ seven was, understandably, otherwise occupied when the invitations euphemia sent out arrived. she'd seen it, but hadn't thought much of it. now, however, on the day of, as she comes across the fair itself, she's reminded of it — and of an idea she had entertained towards the end of her previous stay. that very idea was why she was currently standing just outside the information booth. ]