Oliver was good at many, many things, and festival games also happened to be on that list. He’s spent a good amount of time already winning prizes for random kids who’s parents just basically sucked at these things. Oliver had the advantage of stupid luck on his side, and he was just annoyingly good at everything. By now, his mom was off somewhere with Lily and the rest of the Stone clan, and now it was just him and Eli. The past few days in their little corner of the world has been perfect and strangely surreal. It’s been filled with constant I love yous back and forth between the two of them. It almost starts to disgust Oliver, but not just yet. Ollie’s started to assume that this is what most people deem as the honeymoon phase. His mother has certainly been calling it that, but he wasn’t too sure. Either way, he welcomes it with open arms. 

He gives away another large stuffed animal to some random little girl before moving back over towards Eli, wrapping both of his arms around his torso. “Not to brag or anything, but I think you might be dating the greatest festival gamer of all time. Like, I don’t know, but it’s likely...”