ఇ They were glad that in the end they hadn't given up. They knew what it was like to have the best laid plans, and then they entirely went astray. Pan often tries to get her out of the house these days, so they had been expecting the usual I'm so sorry, can we rain-check? But it seems as though the carnival still has a bit of magic luring people out. (They wouldn't have been mad, just disappointed.) "Aw man. Sucks I missed out on that. I've always wanted to stand in the sun and sparkle." They hold out their arms as if the sun's shining down on them. It's only the bright lights from the Ferris wheel, and at her suggestion they lead the way toward it. The line isn't too long but there were a lot of people who still wanted to see Merrock from up high. "Wonder how many of these guys are tourists. It whacks me out still that people think of Merrock as a ... like, tourist-y town." To them, it was boring and home.
"Eh ... Josh gave me the day off, so I've been here all day. What the hell else is there to do?" Once upon a time, Pan might have said that with some bitterness, but now it was just a simple question. If their bike being unable to stay without repairs for a week was the most exciting thing in their life, they figure it's a good thing. Or, well, they're trying to. And of course here they don't call him Mr. Lane at all. "Hope the Cullens don't miss ya too much, now you're with the wolves." The kettle corn was dwindling fast. They tend to talk a mile a minute and especially when eating, so they force themself to put a hard pause on the munching to ensure she gets some, holding it back out to her as they stand in line. "Bark-bark, awoo or whatever. This your first day coming?"