[Really, why was Basil in the fortune booth? To nail the coffin, before he lost the nerve?

[Just as sheepish, he shakes his head again; hands, too.] O-oh, no, there’s really no need. I think we’ve got more than enough from this booth as-is…!

[But not everything has been said. They won’t be allowed to leave yet. The vendor eyes this exchange in silence, and Basil suppresses a shiver.

[He won’t test it first.]

But, um, I don’t want to impose. We can… st-stay together, if you’re okay with that…?