“You have nothing to apologise for.” He doesn’t. It isn’t his fault that the barker made assumptions because they dared to exist near each other familiarly in some fashion. She does breathe easier once they’ve put distance between the barker and his booth and the crowd surrounding it.

“N0nsense,” she tells him with a wry smile. “I have absolutely no idea what it’s supposed to be, but after all the trouble you went to get it and the... attention we garnered... of course I’m keeping it.” And perhaps she can determine what it’s supposed to be.

She should probably let go of his hand. But she doesn’t.