Despite business being slower than previous years, Berash's spirits remained high. The activity and gaudiness of the festival fascinated him, and he happily kept up with his family's attempts to peddle their foods. It was one of the better times to make some coin on the side, and his father could certainly use it.<br/><br/>Spotting Maeve, Berash bowed in return to her curtsy, smiling brightly. He called out to her without hesitation, his voice strong and relaxed. "G'day, Maeve. How are the strawberries?" he asked.