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Terra had bought herself a slave for the day, but she had no CLUE what a slave was supposed to do. In fact, the more they went, the more obvious that fact became. "The market is this way, senor Kiwi!" she said, pointing to the left as they reached the town. "I asked senorita Xiu, she says their food is always the best!"

She had plans, okay? She was going to make them a massive dinner! And then they would come back... "But perhaps we should go to the movie BEFORE we have the dinner?" she said. "Since we are out here already? Then we will go to the market, and back to el dormitorio to enjoy our feast!"

"Then we must go to the maul!" she said, tugging him to the right again. "I do not know what his playing, but we will look and pick from the pictures on the wall!" she told him, heading for the maul. She tugged him through the automatic door and headed for the escalator.

"You must stand still on the steps," she told him--having learned from her own experiences. "And it will raise us to the second floor, where there is a movie theater!"

"It is there!" Terra said excitedly, pointing at a small box with glass windows and bored looking teenagers sitting behind them. She had yet to understand exactly how it worked, herself, honestly, but she had the general concept! "See those posters beside them? They show what features are playing! We shall go look and decide!" she told him, dragging him along behind her.

She stopped at the first one, which had a Frankenstein monster with gigantic hands. "Wreck it Frank..." she read. "That might be interesting... Oh, look! A movie about a skeletal horse! Oh, but horse movies always have such sad parts in them," she said, hesitating--and having no clue that the horseman beside her had the ability to summon one.

"Do you like comedy or drama, senor Kiwi?" she asked.

"Let us go see the comedy!" Terra decided cheerfully. Yes, she was dragging a horseman to a scareling show. But she'd had enough drama for the moment. Something funny sounded like the perfect way to start the day!

"We would like to see the Wreck it Frank show," she said as she approached the teenager at the counter.

"Um... you can get a student discount--wait, is that a horseman?"

"Yes. So?"

"Should you--" the teen leaned forward, trying to keep Kiwi from hearing, "y'know, they're really dangerous and their islands blew up--are you sure this is smart, running around with one?"

Terra's eyes narrowed. "Are you insulting my new friend, senor? Because if you are," she started out. "You will regret it."

The teen swallowed, loudly, nodded, and handed them the tickets. He had probably pissed himself. Horror stories about Horsemen weren't hard to find in town, not when they lived so close.

"I would say gracias," Terra said sharply, having moved to Kiwi's side again. "But I am NOT thankful to you," she said, sticking her nose in the air and taking Kiwi's arm before storming in the direction the teen pointed with a shaking hand. "The rudeness!" she complained as they had their tickets checked and were told where to go.

Then she giggled. "You couldn't really leave him in the human world, could you?" she asked the horseman, so amused by that threat.

"It was very impressive," she told him, "regardless of whether it was true. Now! We shall see the movie and then go to the market! But first--we shall go THERE!" she said, pointing at the massive snack bar that people were lining up to buy things at. "They have candy!"

Yes, she was dragging a horseman into a line to buy candy. She hoped that had voodoo beans!

She had an armful of candy. And a grin.

The movie sped past, leaving Terra big eyed with wonder as they left the theater. "It was so LARGE," she said. "The screen, it was like a wall!" She was still enthused with the set up--much less the movie, as she headed for the market. "I like it!" she decided. "Do you like the movies, senor Kiwi? Although it was a bit loud," she said with a frown. "But it was so fast and bright and colorful! Oh!" she said, changing the subject. "There is the market!"

She tugged him forward, heading into the busy marketplace with a horseman behind her and no clue that people would find that strange. "Oh, there is so much food," she said in wonder.

"It is a grindapple!" she told him happily. "But be careful, they bite," she added, heading for the fruit. "They are lovely when you skin them! Would you like to try one?" she asked, grabbing one of the baskets next to the table and taking the one he held from him.

"This one is fresher," she said, putting it down and grabbing a different one. "Unless you do not like your fruit fresh?" she added, hesitating as she had that thought. "I know there are some that prefer it... riper." As in almost rotten.