"Constance, you found the door too!" d'Artagnan took both of her hands in his, the clipboard forgotten. He could finish the form later. Constance was here.

Curious, he tilted his head to look at the pink stuff she held, intrigued. "I've seen it hanging off stalls, but I've no idea what it is," he admitted, hoping to fix Constance with just the right hopeful expression. "Have you gotten on any of the rides yet? The big circle there, the Ferris Wheel, is wonderful. It's like you can see for miles!"

Again, this place had opportunities that Paris would never have offered. Here, he could enjoy time for himself as well as take delight simply in her presence without fear for her reputation.

"Are you having a good time?"