"Or luck," says Natalia, "or indulgence, or pity," and knows full well it was none of those. Relenting, she lays her head on his shoulder, casting a doubtful look at a stand marked Funnel Cakes. Whatever that is sounds dreadful.

"What next?" she asks. "Jason says I'm to keep you away from the Small World ride, for it is 'creepy' and you might 'shoot everything in its face.'"