oleg is a baby on her shoulders. she holds onto his little footies with their sharpie paw prints so he doesn't fall. it's not really a problem if he falls; he'll just teleport right back up to her shoulder. they make a game of it sometimes - saskia melodramatically proclaiming she's dropping him, making a sea of onlookers turn, and then he tumbles off only to pop heroically back up. 

neither of them have been to lilycove before except that time they were by the beach, but that's not really lilycove city. she's not exactly a frugal girl, but her money has always gone to sweet snacks, adorable pencil eraser caps, and to her pen pal in orre who reached out to her via one very strange email one day asking for her help, please, anything she could spare, it is not a spam message or a scam for sure. 

so she doesn't gravitate towards the looming mall or the district with all its fancy restaurants. her ranger jacket's on, but she's not on duty. she was here helping with clean-up, but she's done now, and she has to figure out what to do with herself. 

with oleg on her shoulder, they expertly bob and weave around the gaggle of people. pop-up vendors line the street when she turns a corner and her eyes light up. 

"we found it! the spooky market we saw in that flyer. and wait - is that?"

she cups her hands around her mouth and yells, "rOOOOOBBBBBIIIIIIIINNNN!" and oleg imitates her, but he sounds more like WWWOOOOOWOOOOOWOOOBEEEEEEE. 

robin coello

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