At least Wicked got it, and between that and Sebastian's extended pause Daisy had to laugh. He was so fucking weird. His attempt to make this into an almost real conversation was about as smooth as a nonsequiter, and Daisy had to assure him, "Not really." Abruptly, she plucked three of the bracelets from the display and waved them at the woman selling them, making her brighten immediately then fumble, trying to remember her prices. Behind Daisy, cheering erupted from the crowd, which was concentrated in a small area but dispersed quickly enough for her to see a man down on one knee and holding his partner's hand. That was the second fucking time today. Maybe it was smart they didn't wait, though. Daisy handed a bill blindly to the craft girl and was still tucking her wallet in her purse when she brandished her new acquisitions for the other two to pick one for themselves.