"Sure," Ginny replied and her smile was wide as she hooked an arm around his, slowing down and waiting until he had caught up with her. Her excitement was making her bounce slightly on the spot, her skirt swaying around her knees and Ginny knew in some corner of her mind that she was being rather ridiculous. The circus was, primarily, a kid's thing and yet here she was desperate to get into the place. Odd.
Stepping around a few of the other people standing in the way of the kiosk, Ginny's hand pushed into her pocket for change, thrusting a five pound note at the man behind and accepting the two tickets, handing one to Bas.
"I always really want candy floss whenever I go to the circus," she said, her head tilted to the side and eyes wide as she stared around her, nostrils flaring with the smells, an odd mix of sweets and animals and dung. "I used to annoy everyone who brought me anywhere, because I'd insist on it and never really eat any. Did you go to the circus much as a kid?" It was a constant stream of chatter leaving her mouth as she walked along, trying to find the seats- though she supposed they were really benches- that the tickets said they were to sit on.