Relieved that Cela had finally decided to man up, and more than a little grossed out that she had wiped her snot and tears on his robes, Garret moved a good foot away from her on the bench.

Just in case she tried her little leaking act on him again.

"See? Isn't that better?" Garret attempted a light voice, hoping she wouldn't go nuts and try to chew his arm off or something in her current precarious mental state. He didn't even dare reach for a toffee, despite the fact that he was dying for some of it... she might latch on to him again if he put any of his limbs within her reach.

Try as he might to keep quiet and avoid triggering her tears, he couldn't help it. He had to ask:

"Wot's a carnie, neway?"