[ last minute shopping? looking for snacks? what about this guy, who fuckin' half of you probably recognize, who's somehow got himself a booth and is set up between a stall selling tea towels with pithy sayings (`I love wine a worrying amount!` and `My french bulldog is my only reason for living!`) and chocolates shaped like household items.

he has a tarot deck spread out in front of him, face down. ]

Pick a card?

[ there's a hill, there's snow, molly has a sled and looks like he's up to no good. ]

So, shall we?

[ you're both going to die doing this. don't trust the guy who has died and come back to life like four times. he has no fear of death. ]

[ look it's just here don't worry about it. ]

Not that my company for an while is so terrible but we can admit it's a little awkward to actually be stuck together, aye?

[ that said he's rather chill about this. it's fine. whatever. ]