Mina giggled, accepted the squashed plushie she'd chosen from the booth manager, and accepted Soma's offered arm, oblivious to his thoughts of summons, symbolisms, and demonic attack kitties as they wandered through the crowds arm-in-arm, like old friends or maybe lovers. Brightly-colored people moved like clockwork around them, children screaming and playing, teenagers trying to be aloof and cool, some adults putting up with everything good-naturedly while others grumbled and muttered and made themselves universally disliked.

"Where to next?" she asked. Maybe a game of wits or luck where she could win something for Soma? It didn't seem fair that he'd gotten her a toy and she didn't have anything to offer him... yet. Mina hadn't forgotten the need to get another talisman, but it didn't seem to be an immediate issue.