Fable and Violet groaned, leaning back onto the bench along with the dozens of other people doing the same thing.

“Fine, fine, we’ll take a break,” Kenzie relented. “I saw they were putting up banners and stuff over there. what for you think?"

“Are you tourists?” A voice piped up from behind them.

It was a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a sleeping toddler in her arms.

“Oh, yeah, how’d you tell?” Kenzie asked ...