Tim nodded quietly, adjusting his glasses as he peered at the ride. "I dunno, hon. Looks like an injury lawsuit waiting to happen." He looked to Roxy and smiled. "Roxy's assessment is correct."

"...You're right." Mara looked vaguely disappointed, and Devika giggled at the sight. Her mother had been more athletic in her youth. She was always the one to run after little Devika when she played outside. Of course, now there was gray creeping into her hair, and she couldn't move quite as fast. But her spirit hadn't lost its luster. "Fine. Next time."

They continued on through. Eventually another table caught Devika's eye. "Psychic readings? Hah! I love that kind of goofy stuff."