The Festival's Hidden Event (2)

Remi gingerly blew onto his skewer before taking a bite. His sparkling pink eyes told Demian that the food was delicious.

He ate his own, as the two of them headed back onto the main street. His hand tightened around Remi's as passersby moved in throngs around them.

"Should we have dinner before picking up our things from the boutique?" He asked Remi.

"Sure," Remi said, sliding off the last piece from his skewer. "We should have gotten a bag of these to take back with us," he said with a small pout.

Before he realized what he was doing, Demian had already lifted a thumb to wipe away some sauce from the corner of Remi's mouth, which was still pulled down in a pout. "We can go back and get some more, if you want."

Remi shook his head, his lips quirking up into a smile. "We'll get some next time."