"Who wants to play hide and seek?" Jaz asked the kids excitedly. The kids always found the best places to hide, sometimes to the angry mutterings of the janitor when he found a child tucked away in his supply closet or crouching in the mop bucket. The kids answered with various squeals and shouts before scampering off to hide. Jaz laughed and closed her eyes, counting to ten.<br/>"1...2...3...4...5...7...8..." She was interrupted by a familiar voice approaching.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey Jaz can I join your game sense I don't have anything to do right now and it looks like fun."</span><br/>Jaz smiled in response before finishing off her count.<br/>"...9...and 10! Ready or not here I come!" Jaz opened her eyes and began the hunt for the kids. Jaz wandered past a few of the tables, hearing the sounds of children's snickers as they tried to stay quiet.<br/>"Now where could they be? Maybe behind this curtain!" Jaz pulled the curtain back to reveal two children, one on the others shoulders. "You guys are getting good at this."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey Jaz I caught one so how many more do we need to find?"</span>Jaz turned to face her friend and receive the hug.<br/>"That leaves four, or was it six? Sometimes kids join in after we've started so you never really know." Jaz shrugged, causing her joints to click where the springs had been compressed. "So let's keep looking." The three kids that had been found joined the hunt, searching all over the restaurant.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Alastair was emptying one of the many garbage cans, keeping to himself while the kids ran around and shouted. He had finally wrestled a bag back into place when he heard the telltale signs of a kid getting sick. He mentally cursed and grabbed the powder from his belt, it's not that he hated kids, he just hated what kids did. He trudged across the room of colourful lights, animatronics, and noisy brats until he found the teary child and the sorry looking mother.<br/>"I'm sorry, I guess it was just too much for him." Alastair waved her away, not wanting her explanation. Half of the time they were only pity stories anyway, if he wanted pity he would have called his sister.