Strange how it was...strange, talking without deteriorating into something awkward or just uncomfortable in some miserable way. Zelgadis could count the number of times that happened before on one hand. It was...pretty sad, really. But he could make decent enough excuses for himself - and her, given the insane circumstances they'd been under for the past few months. There was always that feeling of tightrope-walking in a talk with Terra; he didn't know what could set off something bad, even innocently mentioned.

It was why he didn't feel the need to push on the subject. Histories and such. His own wasn't a carnival, so he was happy enough to let the whole thing dissolve into a food-based quiet for the time that it did. There was enough springtime noise to fill in the gaps that was never there back in the City; nothing about screeching tires made awkward silence peaceful.

Zelgadis exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. His fingers drummed idly and unfelt on his leg, listening.