She blushes, titters softly, and gestures toward the center of town.<br/><br/>"They set up a couple of tables in the town square.  You want the one with the venerable old man and the large, gilt-edged, leather-bound book of rules.  The other table is for the Eating Contest."<br/><br/>Giving him a wink, she pulls her hand reluctantly out of his.<br/><br/>"I must return to my work, now."