Re: quicklog: mere/eddie fortune telling
[Eddie was fond of the carnival, too. It wasn't just a place to hide (though it wasn't very good at that anymore) it was a good way to surround himself with people who didn't belong in small town America. All of them had stories and Eddie only knew some of them, electing to enjoy the mystery of his companions if that was what kept them safe. Meredith was one of those people he didn't pry very often. He liked talking to her about tea and bringing in one of his animatronic birds to sing for her, but he never asked how she ended up at the carnival. He never would.
He breathed in the thick scent of the tent and smiled. It reminded him of the old churches he went to in New Jersey. The kind that weren't technically sanctioned by the pope. They believed in god and the saints a little too much for his liking. Their rituals were of the earth, of ancestors.] Your tent always makes me feel better. [He said with a friendly East-coast roll of his voice, like a verbal handshake.]
And, you know I'm happy to spoil my best performers. [Eddie took a seat after carefully handing her the tea. He looked at her sightless eyes and decided that they were pretty. Ghostly. He liked that.] I brought you a tin of this delicious tea and a surprise. Something for a rough morning. [Eddie put the tins on her table for her to take and then closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the warmth.]