Repainting
Qiang stared at her roommate. Where'd he get one of the mechanics' vehicles? The ones typically used for repairs that required a little extra boost. Ella was parked in front of one of the section's many themed restaurants.
Deng sat at the top, paintbrush in cord. He glanced at the sign.
Qiang hopped over to him. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Deng didn't respond. He slowly traced the words with the paintbrush.
Qiang shook her head. "Brave little Marigold... Brave stupid Marigold."
Deng called down to the vehicle. "You can lower me now, Ella."
"Sure thing!" Ella said.
Deng laid his paint brush on top of the paint can. He spotted Qiang sitting on the counter.
"Oh, hi."
Qiang stared at him. "What are you doing?"
Deng shrugged. "Some of the signs around here have been fading, so I decided to repaint them."
Qiang shuddered. "It's midnight.
Deng laughed. "I'm a lamp. I can shed some light."
"How many more signs do you have to repaint?" Qiang asked.
Deng looked around. "Well... one more." He pointed his plug at a gift shop sign. "That one." Ella drove a couple yards away.
Qiang shook her head and hopped back in the theater.