Nash nodded excited about the possibilities. "I actually had planned to stalk the general populace for a potential friend or two." He chuckled showing that wry smile of his under a mop of curly orange hair. "But I don't want to rush anything really."

As they neared the games his eyes lit up instantly. He turned to look up toward Fiach then, "Did you want to look around for the milk bottle game. Maybe they have set up?" He asked looking through the throngs of people. It was then he noticed a wack-a-mole game and half giggle. The game reminded him of the ground hogs that liked to run around on his property back home. He would often go out to chase them but never managed to catch one.