Hotaru watched him play, raising a brow when he stopped to figure out what to do and then when he beat her, she narrowed her eyes with a huff, "One friggin' point, you got lucky," She pointed the dolls hand at him, "And you don't have to be embarrassed, honestly. I am the last person in the world to judge you for enjoying yourself- something you do not seem to do like... ever outside of eating- and these people don't matter. We'll move on to the next town on our journey to heaven only knows where and we'll probably never come back here anyways. So just forget about their opinions and stop trying to hide the way you actually feel about something," she said as she looked around, "But [i]I[/i] have picked the last two games. I think it's time you picked the next one," she smiled at him before seeing the kids run by with their masks on, "Oh, hey, do you want one of those, cause I've got mine," She put the doll in her pouch as she got the mask back out, putting it on, grinning a bit behind it. 
It did feel nice to just let loose a little bit, to feel like for just a little while they were just normal people spending time together at some normal little festival with no impending doom lingering on the fringes of the evening, and reality wasn't a cruel thing waiting to crush all the normality they got to experience for the short amount of time. She wasn't thinking all that naturally, not allowing herself to think of anything other than getting Larel to let himself just actually get excited about something. She was surprised that Zenmaru wasn't chatting away though, making her usual kind of comment about them going on like this, wanting to eat the nearest person or something, or was that latter thought her own? She was glad she had the mask on because the fact she wasn't sure had her a bit concerned, "After the next game we should try some other stand food. Mera gave us a lot to spend tonight so I can pay for it next time," she said from behind the mask looking around for a mask vendor to get him, "What animal would you get? I think you should get a dog one," she moved the mask up to the top of her head, the strap holding on by her bun, as she smirked at him, "Honest and loyal definitely sound like traits for you," she nodded.

Mera gave a small eye roll at how dramatic he made her laugh sound, "I suppose I haven't laughed much since you've met me.... Small disappointments over the years have lead me to where I am in the terms of how I expect people will treat me and how I feel I should treat them, more of how much I should bother with and how upset I should when they've decided to abandon the ideal of trust for something different," she said before standing up, taking a deep breath, "Well, alright, Wisdom, I'm all dressed up, though I feel half like a geisha," she tried to fix the top half of her kimono a bit, "I'm not sure what you mean by counting this as a moment but I'm guessing it's one of those ridiculously romantic ideals all cooped up in the head of yours. I feel like you've never had someone to focus your attentions on before in the same manner as you do me and that's why I can't seem to persuade you to relent," she said with a slight shake of the head, a few rebellious hairs sliding free of the braids and hanging around her face, "But while we're here, I suppose you have some idea of how to give me a lesson in having fun?" she raised a brow as she crossed her arms again.
Maybe he wasn't completely wrong. Maybe she should just stop charging headlong in to the idea that she could handle this on her on and that she had to face it and abandon everything that made her happy so that she could protect those she cared about. Maybe for just a night she could think about herself. After all it didn't feel quite right anymore to just spurt out all those emotions, the feelings bubbling up deep in her- by the goddess, his ego did [i]not[/i] need her admitting to the fact she had somehow along the way fallen for his constant pursuits, his constant affections. The idea of telling him at all had her turning away to hide her blush at it now, and a very strange phenomena hit her. She put her hand to her stomach, still not looking at him, wondering what suddenly had her feeling like that. She had been so sure in her anger that she could just say it and be done with it, that in the end this would end up being another disappointment, but now that he worked away that anger, gotten down to the part of her that she had a hard time showing anymore- the side of her that used to raise her sisters through the village streets closest to the gypsy camps to try and get to the shops that sold sweets and then waste about half of them pelting her brothers for stealing their favorites, the side that used to have sore cheeks at the end of the day because she spent so long laughing and grinning, a side she had forgotten about by now- and with that, her emotions suddenly seemed raw and something to remain hidden..... 
Well great, that was certainly going to make for great conversation for the rest of the now long evening.