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[Italy's eyes shine with happiness and child-like wonder as he explores the harvest festival, his worries about Vash's disappearance are forgotten for the moment. He is a blue ball of hyperactive energy, darting from one food stall to the next game booth, then he darts to one of the cleared spaces to listen to the scarecrows' music.]
[He activates the video function on his watch and beams into it.] Ve! Ve! Ve! You have to come and see the festival! It's so pretty! Can you believe it? He really made us a festival! Isn't that nice? You have to see it! There is music and food and drinks and sweets and games and you have to see the not-people manning the stalls! [In a voice full of wonder, he breathes] it's like... like magic! You have to see it! There are so many foreign sweets, I want to try all of them! [He shuts the vid transmission off.]
[Then Feliciano is off again to explore. He comes to a halt in front of a stall with a pie-eating contest and pouts playfully. If only it were a pasta eating contest, he would be guaranteed to win! So he just chatters at the scarecrow manning the stall, telling it all about the wonderful foods back home and the festivals he's been to. It doesn't matter that the scarecrow doesn't reply and goes about its business uninterrupted, it doesn't tell him to shut up either and that is all it takes to convince him this scarecrow would make a wonderful new friend.]
[He activates the video function on his watch and beams into it.] Ve! Ve! Ve! You have to come and see the festival! It's so pretty! Can you believe it? He really made us a festival! Isn't that nice? You have to see it! There is music and food and drinks and sweets and games and you have to see the not-people manning the stalls! [In a voice full of wonder, he breathes] it's like... like magic! You have to see it! There are so many foreign sweets, I want to try all of them! [He shuts the vid transmission off.]
[Then Feliciano is off again to explore. He comes to a halt in front of a stall with a pie-eating contest and pouts playfully. If only it were a pasta eating contest, he would be guaranteed to win! So he just chatters at the scarecrow manning the stall, telling it all about the wonderful foods back home and the festivals he's been to. It doesn't matter that the scarecrow doesn't reply and goes about its business uninterrupted, it doesn't tell him to shut up either and that is all it takes to convince him this scarecrow would make a wonderful new friend.]