"I was thinking of that," he admitted. "But it's easy to sit in the back of movie theaters." So maybe not a play or opera or something, but they could catch a movie at least, if they felt inclined.

"Bet we could find more of that fried dough on the boardwalk. Like what you had last month at the Founder's Day to-do. Mm, speaking of."

Bull leaned forward to pluck up a wooden box sitting on the side table nearest him; from that he took another, smaller box, and he offered it to Dorian. He'd been saving it since Founder's Day, when Dorian spied him jewelry shopping. "I thought it would look good on you... and the seller said the stone was called dragon's breath."