I got lots of prompts for the triad but I’ll call this kiarrith‘s.
Title from this Simpsons quote
“So, this is…” Bishop was usually the calm one, but today, he was nervous. He was’t exactly shifting from foot to foot or anything, but that could be because they were walking rather quickly down Main Street, which didn’t leave him room to fidget. “Well, what exactly is it?”
“Well, exactly…” Summer shot him a cheerful grin. “It’s a bunch of things. It’s a craft festival that the townies and the visiting parents love. It’s a music festival after-hours that the students – and some of the townies – like. And its…” She gestured vaguely with both hands.
Mellie picked it up. “It’s a thing for people like your family, right?”
“If you know the right places and the right people, yeah. There are Strand-workers everywhere.” Summer tapped the wooden fence three times in a triangle, and a door swung open. “Like this place.”
“Are you sure…” Bishop hesitated, his hand on the fence.
“Oh, come on,” Summer coaxed. She had her bright smile on, the one that generally made either him or Mellie go along with her plans. “They’re friendly folks, these people. Strand workers almost always are.”
“Hey, who do you kids think you are! This is a private party!”
Summer’s smile slid off her face.
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Oh shit…. Good start.
Seriously. And someone seems to be either unclear on how the lock works, or unclear on the attendant social conventions … and while I suspect the yeller, I don’t know how far Summer is from familiar turf.
ooh very curious