Oliver snorted again and laughed, the sound reverberating in the confined space, and as Edwin kissed his fingers he leaned forward to do the same to the back of the elf's head.
As much as Oliver wanted to grump that Edwin was sneaking around in dark, potentially dangerous sneaky areas again, the fact that every time he'd done so it had only resulted in finding a treasure trove of costumes helped. When the light turned on, Oliver glanced around before pocketing his phone, nodding. "They really are. Gotta admit, I'm not too familiar with Mardi Gras. I mean, I know the basics'n all that. They had some festivals in Georgia when I was a kid but I never got the chance to do anythin' with 'em. It's not as popular up North. Least not where I lived."