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Rhys gave her an expectant look, eyes squinting a little bit when she eventually answered with some level of hesitance. It wasn't really his thing, taking along someone who didn't want to be there, but she she agreed so he wasn't about to take back the invitation. At her suggestion he gestured forward, a "ladies first" sort of thing; a part of him wondered if she would try to get away at some point...

They passed by trucks that sold everything between smoothies and artisan butters--which caught his eye but he figured he could come back when he was on his own. They passed several before he heaved a sigh. "Less and less likely there'll be a burger truck," he said while looking on at the dwindling line of trucks. The man was fighting the urge to kick something in, which he suppressed into an incredibly irritated grumble. The hell kind of festival doesn't have a burger truck?! He'd been to a few...they all had at least one burger truck.

"Do you have something you wanted to eat instead of burgers?" he said as they passed another truck, eyes down at Chubbs and his still wagging butt. Clearly the pooch didn't care whether it was burgers or what; he just wanted food, plain and simple.

In a perfect show of maturity, Lucas stuck his tongue back out at Sunny, grinning after and continuing to meander with her against his side. "I don't assume anything is free, and if you're here to peddle your wares, you deserve to be paid. Plain and simple."

He shrugged at the next part. "It's my first First Friday." His tone was indifferent. "I am still healing and the idea of spending my time here running into people and sweating into my bandages is not appealing. I'll say hi to a few people and get the hell out of dodge."

Thorne snorted. "It's always worth a shot, you know," he said with mild amusement. "I've got to try to bend the rules where I can, and I'm not entirely above using others to do so." He threw her an amicable wink before turning to look at Leila and grinning as he did. He hadn't seen her in awhile, and now that she was here chatting up his best friend, it was hard not to be enthused.

"Hey girl," he called, "I see you've already hit it off with the cheese mistress. No matter what she offers you," he added as an aside to Maeve, "you are not allowed to show her any photos of me when I was ten." To Leila he added, "I don't think so. I should probably go introduce myself though, considering I spend enough time watching trash television with her wife."

Maeve scoffed at them both as she waved away Margaery and Hux, but her lips curled into a vivacious grin when she caught sight of Leila again. "It's a small world after all," she teased, throwing a curl back over her shoulder. "Well, if you insist... But at least let me treat you to a little something later on."

What that something was was completely up to Leila to figure out. But with the way Maeve looked, it probably wasn't anything completely innocent in nature.

And then someone was yelling, and everyone was looking up, and it wasn't someone dying but a - ferret? Weasel? Thief?

"You're up, cowboy," Maeve said, elbowing Thorne in the stomach and his laughter was full of sardonic amusement.

"Your wish is my command," he retorted before heroically throwing himself over the counter and running after the thief in an attempt to save the masses. Except that he forgot he was still healing and holy s**t, running for extended periods of time hurt like a b***h.

"Ow, holy s**t!"

This was how, even though there was a heroic start, there was definitely not a heroic save. Instead, about five seconds later, Thorne tumbled to a stop, landing like a pro on his back with a tiny shout of equally heroic failure.

Susan perked at the sound of a woman screaming about stolen art. The plump woman whipped around, scanning the crowd for the thief. No one in her immediate vicinity, however, seemed too suspicious. The freckled artist shrugged. The cops would handle it, she was sure.

The sudden clamor and panic cut harshly through Leila's good mood, leaving her in its wake with frozen blood and a sickly pale complexion as her composure shattered and perception narrowed just enough that it took her an extra moment to piece together what was going on. She had already had enough of shadows, and things, and the pointless violence that came with them, that she was ready to drop everything and run back to Eve in the half second before she noticed Thorne was on the ground. "Holy ********," she hissed, before bounding over to check on him -- still looking a bit like she thought something worse had happened to him than simply overexerting himself and falling over. "You okay?"

Sorry, Maeve.

Gyros sounded pretty good in the wake of the lack-of-burger-truck tragedy that was playing his head (it wasn't exactly tragic in reality, so...), so he nodded his head and turned to let her walk ahead again.

"I've only have gyros once or twice be--" he said, though was cut off by someone yelling about catching...something. He turned his head briefly, brows knit together as irritation flared again due to the interruption. It wasn't a huge deal so he shrugged it off and let his gaze drift back to June. "Sorry. Uh, I've only had gyros once or twice before. Any suggestions?"

"I wish I'd thought of a kissing booth," said Sunny reflectively. But she didn't want to go butting in on Boyfriend Time, since Boys Were Weird, so she brushed off her poncho and let Gloom do whatever it was Gloom did. If the little weasel found anything cool, he'd probably share it with her… probably. Likewise, if anyone needed her, they'd flag her down, right?…

Lucas grunted in response, wincing a little as he pulled Thorne up and helping him brush off, ignoring the twinge in his own bandaged chest. "Alright, hero, dial it down a few notches." His eyes turned from Thorne's face briefly to the woman, and then back to Thorne. "You're supposed to be helping Maeve. You realize she'll find a way to make you owe her for abandoning her like this."

Sighing, he clapped Thorne low on his back. "Other than running into two friendly faces, I'm still not so gung-ho on getting into crowded public spaces again. You better be having more fun than pulling your stitches." He adjusted the shirt over his chest, glancing around until he spotted the red-head. "Well, if she wants to kiss me, I wont keep her waiting." Lucas raised a brow at Thorne, clearly indicating who he'd rather kiss, but he wasn't going to begrudge his love his fun.