Natasha watches him purchase the book, watches the stall owner wrap it in paper and put it in a bag. It's a good first step. When he turns back to face her, she smiling. "Good. Good for you."

Which then leaves them simply standing looking at one another surrounded by a collection of extremely dirty books. It has the potential to get awkward, and she would hate that. Especially now. "So." She glances back out of the rest of the festival. "Feel like getting a cupcake? I saw some a few stalls over. Fair warning, though, the icing on them looks like dicks. Or you could come help me taste test edible body paint."