You and Childe were at your city’s carnival, lines along lines of people were lined up to get in, the smell of popcorn and soft drinks hitting your nose as you and Childe were playing one of the games.

Childe tossed a ring into the middle of the game, landing it on one of them as a greasy, old man came up with a bag with a small fish inside, handing it to him. “Your prize.”

Childe’s eyes kept still, looking down at the sad, almost-dead looking fish; he then turned to you. “What do we name it?”