"Just pull it down! This is worse—"
Min-Ha quickly stopped her colleague from screaming.
"He will notice us."
After finishing the dish, Averie continued his walk, watching the exhibition stands.
In cases and on walls, paintings, books, and sculptures were displayed.
The enthusiasts, most of whom had volunteered for the exhibition, were spreading their lovely crafts.
"Would you like to learn a little about pottery?"
"Flower arrangement is a sophisticated art form. Man or woman, everyone should participate."
"To paint with a brush made from a horse's hair, one must first learn to ride a horse."
"I ran away from an asylum. Please, don't touch me. Please, touch me!"
Averie only spared a glance or two to these people and moved on.
While walking by the fountain, one of the stalls caught his eye. It featured pinwheels and traditional masks on display.
"Would you like one?" the lovely old lady behind the stall asked.
Averie nodded.
