[centre][h1]Brown L. Cheeseman[/h1][/centre]
Brown had barely had time to wipe his brow before Freyja made her hasty exit, he nodded fervently just before she turned tail and left them in the dust, the little tyke in tow. He smiled airheadedly. He had always liked Freyja, it was hard not too with how friendly and bubbly she was, and just like the rest of the town he adored little Stig. 

He turned on the spot looking at the raft and it's surroundings. They'd given a fair crack at the whip. And it looked pretty good. He was happy with his work but still wanted to enjoy the festival, and now he didn't even have an excuse to duck out early. He had to watch Freyja's performance, on pain of friendly teasing from her. He turned to his new acquaintance, he really wasn't sure yet, but Brown wasn't socially ept enough to know how to blow him off without looking rude. He stuck out his hand unusually confidently, "Nice to properly meet you. I'm Brown L. you might know my mother, Violet Cheeseman? I'm afraid I'm not quite sure of your name." He looked him in the eyes and raised the corners of his mouth and stretched his lips, a smile. Indicating his lack of ill-will.

He somewhat hesitantly added, "I'm waiting on a friend, who I haven't seen hide nor hair of yet. Until then, would you like to look around with me?" He peered oug from under his shag of golden hair, one examining eye open, the other shut like an extended wink.
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