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When Melou brings Angela back into the castle it's around about when dinner would normally be served. However, it's a festival day, so the household has already eaten, in order to be able to head outside for the evening's games.

He pulls her into his room, obviously excited, and starts rummaging through a trunk.

"Get you your mask in just a minute."

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"Yeah, I think so."

He takes her back out that way and after a few more turns, they start passing people going in the opposite direction, carrying little white pieces of cloth.

"Must be getting close."

She grins. "Very good."

It's rather nice doing this sort of thing with him. Now that she's more used to the cold, she's enjoying the clear night and holding his hand, trying to find their way through spooky-looking cornstalks.

A few more turns, and one more dead end, and finally, they find their way into the centre. Melou grabs two cloths and hands one to Angela, fastening his onto his belt.

"Now everyone will know we succeeded."

She grins. "Wonderful." She attaches her cloth somewhere to the brooch of her cloak, because she's already carrying her mask, and she doesn't want to carry too much.

"Now, to find our way back out again." There's the trick.

"No problem."

Melou actually has a rather good memory, so getting out is easier than it was finding their way through the first time.

The walk back to the bonfire is slower, some of the excitement having settled in him, but he's still smiling, arm wrapped around her waist.

And that's nice, the bonfire is warm, and it's a lovely clear night.

The fact that she's here hits her hard at the moment, and she's very quiet. She leans her head against his shoulder, looking around, rather fascinated.

She looks over at him. He looks happy. She'd like to keep him that way.

It's a quietish scene at the moment, but it's threatening to get rowdy any time now. The drinking has barely begun and most of the people are still milling about, greeting each other in low voices.

Melou takes Angela near the apple barrels and settles on a haybale, pulling her into his lap, enjoying the fire for the time being. "What do you think so far?"

She puts her arms around him as he pulls her into his lap. "I think it's really nice. It's a lovely night for it. And then there's being with you, of course."

Which is really the best part for Angela--especially since he's relaxed and seems happy.

"Of course." He grins and gives her a quick kiss. "It's definitely not as much fun when it rains." Luckily, there's no chance of that tonight.

"We'll do apple ducking next, once more people get back from the maze and then, whatever we want. There'll be singing and dancing by the fire, and the jumping of course, and girl chasing. Then we just have to take a couple of torches lit from the fire back to my room when we go."

She laughs a little. "I'll do whatever there is to do." She doesn't know if she'll ever see a celebration like this again, after all.

She's pretty adventurous, all things considered. "I'll bet I won't know any of the words to your songs."

"Oh, well, other people will be singing." Not him. No way. "Maybe Mam, if we're lucky."

Well, Angela likes to sing, and can carry a tune, actually. "Is she here, your mother?"

"Haven't seen her yet." He shrugs. "She might come, might not."

But he doesn't want to talk about this anymore.

"Want a drink? Pretty much'll just have ale."

"Sure, anything." She was a tiny bit more used to alcohol now, and it didn't make her as sick as it had used to.

She can actually get drunk now, even if she doesn't like it. She gets off of his lap.

Which is very helpful in him getting drinks. He's not gone long and hands her afairly large glass when he returns.

"All the good water's being used for the apples." He explains, watching more and more people gather near them. "And that should be ready about any time now."

"No problem," she says, drinking, a little tentatively. It's kind of strong, but she likes it, so she keeps drinking.

"Does everybody do the apple-ducking? Or just the boys?"

"Anyone who wants to." He grins, taking a sip of his own drink. "It just becomes a bit of a competition among the boys."

"I think everything's a competition with the boys." She grins back. She's gonna get her hair wet, but she really doesn't care about that. It'll be fun!

"Like I've told you before, life is a competition." Another kiss and he leads her over to one of the barrels, craning his head to see how the current contestant is doing."

Angela watches the other contestant, who seems to be taking in a lot of water and not many apples.

She wonders when he's going to come up for air.

Such is the nature of apple ducking. The boy finally brings up an apple, but is taunted by other boys for his poor overall performance. Another one soon takes his place and Melou puts himself in line to be next.

"You want a turn after me?"

She grins. "Sure. I'll give it a try." She's got a big mouth, maybe that will give her an advantage.

"Just remember." He leans in and whispers to her. "Keep your eyes open and breathe out slowly through your nose."

Angela grins. "Okay. I'll remember that."

While his face is close enough, she gives him a quick kiss.

He grins at that and then waits patiently for his turn. Well, patiently while drumming his fingers against his leg.

Finally, after the boy in front finishes, with a respectable five apple haul, Melou motions for Angela to stand to his side.

"Up to you to take the apples I get for counting."