His gestures are amusing, to say the least. She smiles a little at his enthusiasm and wonder as he pantomimes his emotions to her. They're not difficult to understand: Wonder and sparkle, and magic... Something like that. His mood would be catching, if not for her own reservations.

"I think I'll pass." She has no reason to go alone. She might have had a reason once, but that was lost to her for now. And all that water would put her off any festive mood as soon as she set foot on the pier.

"But it's nice to hear about something normal around here for once." As normal as carnivals get, anyway.