"We could," Gabe said slowly, exchanging a glance with Raphael. Then he grinned. "But I ain't sure why you'd wanna, when they're right over there."
He pointed past the booths to where a trio could be seen, a trio including a familiar man very carefully manoeuvring a wheelchair-bound little girl past the detritus on the ground. The lady beside them, in that indefinable age, wore a nurse's uniform from the Dublin Methodist Hospital.
"I'm getting the impression there have been shenanigans planned," Corrival said dryly, pocketing his hands in his colourful coat and moving out from behind the hot-dog booths.
"What gave y'all the idea there wouldn't be?" Rafe asked as he followed, grinning hugely. "Hey bro, can I spring for a few bucks? I'm hungry."
"Me?" Gabe protested, carefully guiding Solomon out and onto the path, which admittedly wasn't all that helpful because the path was grass strewn with litter. The ex-Necromancer winced as they came out, the dulled sounds of carnie music, shouts and screams suddenly that much louder, the massive rainbow current a little too bright.
"You've got more spare change than I do!" As a matter of fact, both of them had been collecting spare change since Rafe arrived, and Gabe now had enough for two wigs. That may have been one of the planned shenanigans for the day.
"Yeah, but I'm keepin' it for things," Rafe argued. "Lookit me, a poor homeless man; you wouldn't withhold money your own bro needs, right?"
"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Merlin growled, rolling his eyes, reaching for his wallet and striding toward the booth where, conveniently, the last person in line had just vanished. (Never let it be said angels were masters of timing either. It was just on noon--right before the dreaded lunch-rush.)
"Hey, thanks pops," Rafe called after him.
"Howdy pardners!" Gabe waved across the makeshift footpath to the girl in the wheelchair. Allie looked up and saw him, her happiness vibrating in her eyes. Then she saw Ghastly as he stepped out from behind the stall and that vibrancy exploded into a squeal and a wide, beaming grin.
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He pointed past the booths to where a trio could be seen, a trio including a familiar man very carefully manoeuvring a wheelchair-bound little girl past the detritus on the ground. The lady beside them, in that indefinable age, wore a nurse's uniform from the Dublin Methodist Hospital.
"I'm getting the impression there have been shenanigans planned," Corrival said dryly, pocketing his hands in his colourful coat and moving out from behind the hot-dog booths.
"What gave y'all the idea there wouldn't be?" Rafe asked as he followed, grinning hugely. "Hey bro, can I spring for a few bucks? I'm hungry."
"Me?" Gabe protested, carefully guiding Solomon out and onto the path, which admittedly wasn't all that helpful because the path was grass strewn with litter. The ex-Necromancer winced as they came out, the dulled sounds of carnie music, shouts and screams suddenly that much louder, the massive rainbow current a little too bright.
"You've got more spare change than I do!" As a matter of fact, both of them had been collecting spare change since Rafe arrived, and Gabe now had enough for two wigs. That may have been one of the planned shenanigans for the day.
"Yeah, but I'm keepin' it for things," Rafe argued. "Lookit me, a poor homeless man; you wouldn't withhold money your own bro needs, right?"
"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Merlin growled, rolling his eyes, reaching for his wallet and striding toward the booth where, conveniently, the last person in line had just vanished. (Never let it be said angels were masters of timing either. It was just on noon--right before the dreaded lunch-rush.)
"Hey, thanks pops," Rafe called after him.
"Howdy pardners!" Gabe waved across the makeshift footpath to the girl in the wheelchair. Allie looked up and saw him, her happiness vibrating in her eyes. Then she saw Ghastly as he stepped out from behind the stall and that vibrancy exploded into a squeal and a wide, beaming grin.
"Daddy! Daddy, look, it's Ghastly!"