"Oh oh! bring me a slice of pie from Claire's stall, won't you when you come back? I could go for something that's not a pumpkin but if that's all she's got- I'll take it." KB calls after the retreating form of Duck and Robin, the boy's little backpack stuffed with treats and now holding a crocheted mole- the middle Romero brother waving in confirmation as KB turns back to his work. "Oh! Evenin' Algy!" He's in high enough spirits, and given the way he's not looking around with vague terror in his eyes, it seems the usual infectious energy of a festival has seeped into him despite his paranoia. "Quite the shindig, huh? I'm keeping an ear out for the radio working throughout the evening- last year's festival I didn't even leave the station, so when the playlist swapped to christmas music I was able to fix it much quicker. But I've got some of the young folk around town at the ready to run up to the studio if we end up hearing Miss Mariah Carey a few months too soon- How've you been!? Enjoying the sights? The sounds? The overwhelming amount of cinnamon?"
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