"It's alright, Miss Lynch - I'll let you win next time." he said smugly.

After meeting face-to-face a little over an hour ago near one of the game booths, Edric and February had proceeded to play a game a cards under the watchful eye of a dealer whose tricks he was now beginning to question. A card-counter he was not, but he was sure - no, he was positive - that the same card from a single deck had shown up more than once. Fortunately, luck had ultimately seen him win, and with the win came a prize: a small stuffed unicorn that he immediately passed into the arms of Febby with a cheeky grin.

He'd managed to address her properly throughout the entire evening, and had done his best to avoid any alcoholic drinks; he would not be responsible for making a fool of himself (or worse, her) while under the influence. When the crowd had begun murmuring of the starting burlesque show, Edric had subtly nudged her arm and motioned with his head for them to follow, hoping that blending in would be the best way to avoid sticking out in the crowd.

"Have you ever been to a burlesque show?" he asked, turning his attention to both Febby and her chaperon for the evening, the Mrs. Harding. He'd never been before, and admittedly his understanding of what the show would entail was limited to the risque posters plastered around the carnival grounds.

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