Pisco having been at his desk working for some time looked at the clock and saw it was time. He stored the things on the desk away and went to another part of his house. He began loading barrels, bottles, and other miscellaneous objects to bring to the craft show. After all it would be good for business and there’s nothing wrong with having an extra bit of cash in the coffers. But most it gave him something to do. 

Arriving an hour ahead of the scheduled time to the grounds he began offloading all the stuff he packed. The area was bare but filled with the other merchants and craftsmen all assembling their stands. Lowering two hovering platforms with all the stuff he pack down the ground he would  then assemble a small tent that would be his stand and arrange all the decorations and product. By the time he was finished the area around him looked less bare and more complete. He sat down on a folding chair and waited.

The area would promptly be filled with the chatter of people and their footsteps as they walked around from area to another and music from the musicians playing and the smell of various foodstuffs all cooking under the lazy late noon sun.