The bus hisses to a stop, its engine giving a low rumble as the doors swing open. The warm glow of the fairground lights spills across the dirt road, flickering against the lively crowd. The air is thick with the scent of fried food and spun sugar, carnival music mixing with the chatter and laughter around them. One by one, the dogs step off—Waylon and Floyd dart toward the food stands, Granny Rose finds a nice patch of grass to settle on with a contented sigh, and Zelda doesn’t even bother moving, stretching lazily inside the bus instead.

Cash steps off near the front, his stance firm as he takes a steady look around, his focus already on business. But before he can say anything, Dixie steps down beside him, eyes gleaming as she sweeps the scene with a slow, approving nod. "Now this place has got style."

Her smirk lingers as she flicks her tail, stepping ahead with effortless confidence, already drawn to the energy of the fair. Cash, ever steady, exhales and shakes his head before turning toward the barn. He has work to do—Dixie, on the other hand, has an audience to captivate.