<div style="text-align: justify;">She shot him an amused look as she stood back up with him. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya offah to get me a pretzel when ya've nevah gotten anything from a street vendor before? Who knows what kinda trouble ya could get into!"</span> It didn't escape her notice that he hadn't let go of her hand once since she'd taken a hold of his. They strolled towards the smiling pretzel seller. Alannah swapped a few crumpled notes with him, receiving two pretzels in return. She handed one to Dimitri. <span style="color: #4080FF">"There ya go. Now ya know how!"</span> She snickered. Unfortunately, their slab of granite had become occupied by two small children, who were happily throwing themselves at the old lady, to the laughter of their parents following close by. Alannah couldn't help but throw them an envious glance as she broke off a piece of her pretzel and put it in her mouth.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Come, we bettah move. Maybe ya can tell me more about that Odysseus fella. Anyone ya know?"</span> She vaguely remembered something about sheep and a giant and a ship. Dimitri probably knew more, water-person that he was. Maybe there had even been some kind of divine trickery involved, and maybe he had met all the mythical figures and went to this annual thing to hang out with Medusa and Poseidon or something. Alannah didn't hope so. That would be far too strange. She took another thoughtful bite of her pretzel as they walked around aimlessly.<br/><br/>They slowly drifted from Faneuil Hall and across the road, down towards one of Boston's many parks. This one was just by the water; all oak trees and gravel paths and Narnia-like lampposts. Here, too, people were enjoying themselves, though far more quietly. Alannah wound her fingers through Dimitri's as she subconsciously led him closer to the water, and sat down on the polished stone bordering the long stairs down. She was unusually quiet as she played with her hair, combing through it with her fingers. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Dimitri, can I ask ya something? What's it - what's it <span style="font-style: italic">like</span>? I mean, the whole divinity business."</span> Her voice fell to almost a whisper, even though not that many others were here on the stairs with them.</div>