Carlos watched Mag with a little bit of sadness as she talked about wanting to be happy-genuinely happy. He could relate all too well. He opened his mouth to say something, but failed to come up with the right words in this situation. He wasn't always Mr. Smooth, despite what he might pretend or what others might believe.
He looked around and then made a beeline for one of the street vendors.
"Food is always the best place to start with festivals like this."
He traded one of the protective amulets that he'd started to make for the village people for something that resembled a slab of cotton candy. He handed a piece over to Mag and smiled at her.