She could not imagine a time where she would not be split between mystification and joy over the strange offerings of the Nexus. No time she would forget the wonder of running water and glittering lights, doors that led to multi-colored dazzling spectacles of places. All wrapped up in the safety of a world that any enemies left in Paris could not touch.

In some ways, it was a reflection of how she felt about him. Her d'Artagnan. As maddening and frustrating as the man could be, she was filled with nothing other than love as he grinned so widely at her, leaving her to press up onto her toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek before she slid her arm into his.

"Perhaps a game or two before we try another ride?" she offered, "I saw something called a Midway before I ran into you. I think I'd quite like to try my hand at one of them."