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Harrison had swung briefly by the Fashion booth to thank Belladonna, the badass pink strawberry tart stowed happily away in his genie bottle.

But he ended up with one more Tart from the booth, one he'd eyed but hadn't expected to get a hold of without a hell of a lot more booth-hopping. Dozy watched, confused, and wrapped up into a unicorn turban on the top of Gene's head.

Harrison finally spotted who he was looking for in a booth that looked like a furniture sale.

"Hey, psst, General," he kept the tart cupped in his hands.

If the spiky girl WAS another hunter, she was never going to let them hear the end of it. Wanda shook her head, grinning.

"Ja, ah, alrrright." She murmured trying not to laugh. She was being hit on by a teenage boy. This had to be some kind of new low. She wondered if the hunter handbook covered this particular type of encounter.

Rep edged over obligingly, Mass even dislodging himself from his lap to go wander around to moo at Dozy, Rep let him without paying him much heed, his attention was rather intently on Harrison who he found himself leaning against a bit to hear what he was saying all the more clearly, feeling ridiculously tiny even as he did so, their heights all wrong, used to being able to rest his chin on the other man's shoulder if he wanted to.

"I think I actually remember man. Was when he was being a d**k as usual right? Probably when he was making weird creepy flirty comments at me." Rep was aware he probably paid twitter more heed than was strictly good for him, but the fact remained that he tended to remember things said there more easily than anywhere else. Harrison got a raised brow, he wasn't sure entirely where the other hunter was going with his line of thought, but even as he waited to find out, there was the most subtle flutter of excitement he couldn't shake. "Why?"

Even for all his guessing, there was absolutely no way Rep could ever have seen Harrison's gesture coming, a fact that made it all the more hard hitting when it did.

For all the wheedling and mooching he did in his life, Rep had always been aware nothing was ever free. He didn't get gifts - he hadn't received them as a child and it had been something that persisted into adulthood, everything he possessed he had earned through some means or another, whether those means were theft, whining or manipulation didn't matter.

And then there was this. A surprise, unexpected, not something he'd asked for or demanded, with no ulterior motive at all. A plain statement of intent and affection. It knocked him just how much it meant, something so absolutely simple but at the same time so laden with inferred meaning it left a lump in his throat.

The little mini could have been anything and to him it would have been the most precious gain of the trip, the fact it was delicate and exotic looking - probably rare - was simply a bonus rather than the focus of value.

Rep was flat out struck dumb for a few long moments, saying nothing at all as he looked over the little creature, simply a distant sort of smile on the features of his golem. What could he say, what could he even begin to say to try and fit words around what it meant to him? There was a whole ******** minefield of meaning out there, the ever dangerous world of unmanly sap and romance. He didn't want to cheapen it by saying something dumb and embarrassing them both with some outburst.

He took the mini carefully, hands shaking slightly, before sitting up enough - the heights still jarring - to turn his head and fleetingly, almost covertly kiss the side of Harrison's neck, his voice still low and as shaky as his hands. "Ta." he said, the word measured and deliberate, a stand in for all the things he couldn't say without privacy. As always there seemed to be a conversation unspoken and out of step with what he said, invisible to the world curled around those words.

"Such a cute wee b*****d." he said, petting the little creature and addressing it "You're mine now."

Looking up from his hands, he sought to catch Harrison's eye, his lips tugging up in a fleeting smile, lowering his voice again. "And I was always yours, right."

Jerry gave a sigh of relief as it seemed the Grue's attentions had slipped. Maybe he was off the hook.

But now who-he-could-only-theorize-was-Wash was now on the menu.

He internally groaned at the momentary moral dilemma, but his better nature quickly kicked in.

"This is my friend I was looking for," the feminine voice still surprised him but he tried to not let it waver too much, "We should go, I still wanted to win a pet." He tried his best for a nervous sharp-toothed smile, hovering behind the couch even still, a hand going to the large woman's shoulder.

Wanda eyed the Halloweener- well, kid, trying to hide his mirth at the entire situation. This was as incredible as it was awkward. He wondered if the boy got turned down much, as confident as he was.

"You may not," he replied serenely, only the barest hint of a grin. He was relieved when the spikey ghoul drew the attention from him again, however. Yeah, definitely another hunter. She got off the couch, offering the much smaller ghoul her hand. Wanda glanced back at the rather forward boy, though, and decided for a little honesty.

"Sssorry sailor, I don't swing that way."

The Howler girl simply gave a whining squeak in response.

Even so, he was very glad for Wash's help just then.

And Bea was there taking a break. She stared at the bowl full of tokens and wondered who would do this? But it didn't matter, she supposed. More for her! So she grabbed a few tokens for funsies.