"Shawn, I hate you." Lassiter said between gritted teeth.
"Oh Lassie, ye must have more faithith in the workingith of the fair….ith." Somehow Shawn had managed to convince Lassiter to come to the Renaissance Fair with him. Carlton was a knight, Shawn a prince.
"No Shawn, I can't have more faith in this dumb fair! Especially in this ridiculous costume!"
Shawn smiled a devious smiled. "Well, what if I pretended to be a damsel in distress, and you're the knight who comes to my rescue and I'd forever be indebted to you?" Carlton stopped.
Maybe the fair wasn't so bad.