It was a fairly nice night after the evening's show, and many of the circus were sitting outside their wagons and vardos, looking at the fall sky with all its stars and the crisp, shining moon.

Molly is weaving through the gathered group, holding a wine bottle and a little package in his hands. He still manages to ruffle Toya's hair as he passes by thanks to his tail, and then unceremoniously drapes himself over Yasha with a content sigh.

"Hello, darling. It's good to see you back," he says with a smile and gives her temple a chaste kiss. "Wine? It looks fairly decent."