Jim was approaching the funnel cake stand when he felt a displacement of air behind him. "Ey, Jmmy. You mind setting up for me? I got things to do." Jim turned around to see Julian, standing in his birthday suit. "Already done my friend. Just make sure you are ready to leave your lady friend before showtime, hell you can bring her with you. We have been running short of "lovely assistants" as of late." A large man began to yell at the naked man, before Julian made haste back to where ever he came from. "There will be plenty of tricks like that tonight sir! I promise they will be more clad though!" The man blinked a few times, and stumbled away. At first Jim was angry at the various stunts that Julian likes to pull, however in time Jim grew accustomed to the various escapades, and grew to expect them. Jim turned back to the man selling his favorite fair food, " Sorry about that, where were we?"

For some unknown reason magic could never replicate the flavor of a well-prepared funnel cake. Jim tried numerous times, to no avail. Magic works in mysterious ways, and it was best not to question it. Walking through the rows of stalls Jim listened to the sounds of the fair around him. Vendors speaking with customers about how their wares were of "the highest quality" even though they both knew it would most likely break 15 minutes after purchase. There was one sound in particular that Jim was looking for, he looked for it every show. With a few more minutes of searching, he found exactly what he was looking for. 

"Mommy, can I please have a stuffed elephant!?! Please please!" Jim turned to see a little boy tugging at his mother's shirt. He couldn't have been any older than five or six. "No sweetie," the mother started, squatting down to be at eye level with her son," you know we can't afford that. The agreement was that we could come to the fair and look, remember?" The woman stood up, and began to walk away. "Excuse me!" Jim said running after the woman. "I couldn't help but notice that your son looked a little down in the dumps," Jim looked down at the boy, "Would a few magic tricks cheer him up?" The woman looked at her son, who nodded excitedly at her. Jim did a few simple tricks for the boy, quarters behind the ear and such. He even manged to pull a certain stuffed elephant from his hat (the game man surely wouldn't miss one). After a few minutes Jim bowed to the two and after a short applause, headed back to the trailers. They hadn't seen the real trick though, the large wad of money that Jim placed into the woman's purse. "Expandit opes," Jim muttered to himself.

After a short walk, Jim returned to the cluster of trailers that The Troupe made their residence in. Victoria was just returning to hers, and was about to head up the stairs to the door. Vincent was leaning against the side of his, his trademark cigar jutting from his mouth. "Good evening friends!" Jim said to his two partners, "Have you guys been on the grounds yet? They may have the best funnel cake I have ever had, and before you say anything I know I say that every stop, but this is the real deal!" Jim held out the paper plate that had his snack on it, " You two want some?"