Peter hit one last button and the whole of the machine whirred to life, beginning to turn at the slow rate that ferris wheels tended to go at. That was okay, he wasn't looking for speed so much as effect in this case.
Adjusting the strap of his bag, he grinned and jogged over to meet her, but on the opposite side. "When!" They got a red basket, and while he hadn't really planned that, it felt fitting.