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Ivan smiled. "Only if I pay for it." He answered, pulling out a map of the park. There was one right in front of them, apparently.

Ivan led Scarlet to the nearby cotton candy salesman. After Ivan had bought on for Scarlet and one for himself, he suddenly found himself thinking about his future, and more importantly Scarlet's. He looked to the sky before speaking to Scarlet again. "Every cloud is different from all of the others. Just like people. Also like people, there are dark ominous clouds that rain on everyone and there are the bright cheerful clouds that seem to brighten up the day of anyone who sees them."

Ivan chuckled. "Not since I last checked. It's just that when I just casually look over something and think calmly about it I see not only what it is, but what it can be and how it shares human traits." Ivan recalled when he tried to write a poem once; He had sat at his desk for hours trying to think of a rhyme, but his paper was still blank. Come to think of it, when he made breakfast for Scarlet he wasn't thinking about the food itself; He was thinking about his reason for making it. It was all about that strange feeling in the pit of his soul whenever he was wih Scarlet. Maybe someday he would understand exactly what this feeling was that made him want to do things for Scarlet. He hoped so.

Ivan grinned as his eyes fell upon a sight that reminded him of the happy days of his childhood. "Let's go to the House of Mirrors next." Ivan suggested. "It's not just mirrors, either; There are tons of tricks iand illusions in there." Ivan led the way, turning his head frequently to make sure Scarlet was still behind him.

Ivan grinned. "I think so too." He agreed. He glanced at one of the mirrors and turned bright red; In this particular mirror Scarlet's upper-body was greatly exaggerated.