Whatever you want to call feeling victorious…

[ he has no room to talk considering he just shoved ice cream into thorns' mouth out of spite, but okay.

but his gaze drifts toward the stalls selling handmade crafts, and once he's sure thorns is following, his feet are carry him in that direction. ]

Should we get something for your parents? It's been a while since I've seen them.

[ turns over a fridge magnet in his hand. hmm ]