Devika was fine, so far, and didn’t look out of sorts. She had a natural looking smile on her face, and looked generally amused by her mother.

“That’s a good idea, Roxy. Absolutely brilliant.” Mara said, gently steering her husband from the high-drop Terrible Tower and toward the many carnival games around the bend.

Tim mock-pouted, but wrapped an arm around his wife. “Alright, alright, I get it.” 

The first game they came across was a classic. Knock down some bottles, win a stuffed animal.

“Oh, I’ll go first!” Devika stepped up and bought three balls. Her aim was good, but her throwing arm was a little weak. She got a small consolation prize in a stuffed bee that could fit in the palm of her hand. “Man, that’s hard. I never win that one. Roxy, you try.”