Oliver grinned as she pulled him along with her. He went after her, laughing as well as they weaved through the people walking to and fro. This was the fun he had been yearning to have all day. He hadn't wanted to be stuck with his mother all day who always refused to allow him to do anything fun. With Anya he had a chance to have that fun.<br/><br/>When she posed her question, Oliver pursed his lip. "Hm, how about there!" He pointed a finger toward a game setup where you were to throw small sacks of pebbles into goblets of water. The game looked fun to Oliver. He had noticed it when he and his mother had walked through the area not so long ago.<br/><br/>Still holding her hand, he walked over to the station. Well, he meant to. But then he was grabbed around the shoulders and twisted around to find the stern face of his mother. "What is the meaning of you running off like that? You know better than to do that in a place like this!" Her words got people around them mumbling, but she ignored them. Her eyes turned to Anya and she frowned at the little girl. "And you, why are you running off with my son?"