Like you said, it's better to make our own fun than live by the rules.

[ Did Chris say that ... ?

There aren't technically any stalls with prizes, per se, but Loki wheedles out a market stall with some pretty bracelets of alien-glass hanging from hooks and proceeds to make a bet with the old minotaurish lady in charge, at home being roguishly charming with far more flair than he has shown so far. He pats Chris's arm onto which he's holding. ]

If my friend can guess the colour of the bracelet you hold behind your back, we win it for free. How's that, grandmother?

[ The sideways look he gives Chris says Trust me. ]