They were approaching the shop where Cadmus was sure that Resting Witch Face would jump out of any moment, and snare Cadmus with a dreamcatcher. Or worse, Micah would insist on going in.
Just a few more steps, and they would walk right by. Left, right, left—
“What do we have here?”
Shit.
Micah had stopped right in front of the shop.Please, Infernal Gods, by all that is unholy, don’t make me have to go in—
But Micah was pointing at a large poster in the shop window. Before Cadmus could offer up a prayer of thanks, his jaw dropped. Wait a second, Micah couldn’tpossiblybe interested in that dreadful woman’s tarot readings—
“What’s this Gardendale Medieval Faire?” Micah asked.
There were so many signs for The Excuse for People to Act Stupid and Speak in What Passed for Medieval English, that Cadmus had grown inured to it. But leave it to Micah to hone in on something so cheesy.
The only cheese that Cadmus was interested in wasfromage, and this Faire was the equivalent of something you sprayed out of a can. So of course Micah was fascinated.
“I’m fascinated,” said Micah. Cadmus coughed, to hide his eyes rolling. But another reason to keep Micah away from the Faire was to avoid his meeting Jordy. He needed to quickly think of some way to convince Micah it was a bad idea.
“That’s a great idea.” Cadmus said, seeing Micah’s grin. “But apparently it’s an all day thing. We should start out earlier in the day. With all sorts of activities like—” He scrabbled around in his brain. What did fools do at these types of places? Oh, he thought of something. “Tarot readings, by their version of a Medieval soothsayer. That would be pretty fun, wouldn’t you say?”
Micah laughed. “Yeah, it would. But good point on going for a day, if we were to go at all. I bet there’s a lot to see and do, and if nothing else it’s good for a laugh.”
Cadmus sighed with relief, inwardly. Reverse psychology was definitely a way to go with people like Micah. They always expected pushback, as another opportunity to prove how right they were. They were disarmed when you made them feel that they were right from the get-go, no matter how much it made you want to throw up.
Cadmus would just keep coming up with things for them to do in the mornings until Micah ran out of mornings, and was summoned to slither back by His Terrible Majesty’s side.
