Re: Walking toward the Ferris Wheel/At the Ferris Wheel
Jack followed Athena up the steps and into the car. Her muttered French didn't pass his attention, but he assumed that speaking something under one's breath in another language usual meant it was a personal thought. Instead, he asked, "What's been keeping you too busy to go to carnivals?" He climbed into the car, not minding sitting by the door in the least. His hands stayed in his lap, but he turned his attention on her. Admittedly, he didn't get out much anymore, or interact with people outside the sphere of what he did at night. Something as normal as a carnival visit felt strange and unfamiliar.