"Stranger things have happened." Idris placed the fry sculpture down gently and stepped back. It looked strangely small and insignificant, lonely in the dying light. But the little napkin flag blew with the breeze, almost reassuringly.
He held onto Lucy's things for a moment while she lit said flag on fire, the napkin quickly being eaten by the flames, a small column of smoke rising up into the air. Idris watched it with vague amusement, but Lucy seemed to read much more into this than he did. It had to be the weed. Relinquishing Lucy's things, Idris wondered if now was the time for overly deep contemplation. A glance at his neighbor told him this was true, if the fixated expression on her face was anything to go by--either that or she'd zoned out completely.
"Farewell, Fabio," he said softly, trying to keep the mood going for Lucy's sake--and also for his own, he supposed.