He hopes so. Yuya's gaze drifts back to the city, eyeing the signs until he sees the right one. "Oh--there it is!"

He points ahead, leaving Reira to the deeper stand with very colorful patterns and bubbly text. Inside are tables arranged in a square, where a few other kids around Reira's age seem to be cutting shapes out of thick squares. A couple parents have stayed behind, chatting amongst themselves, while others presumably have left the crafting stand to act as an impromptu babysitter while they explore the town.