>He doesn’t seem to recognize you. Then again…well, you did dress for the occasion, and cover up as much as you could manage. His hand on your shoulder is met with an eyeroll as you shove your goggles up onto your head and pull your hood down.
"I startled you into falling on your ass and then laughed for ten minutes while your caretaker screamed at me about breaking my neck or legs or spine or any other number of body parts. Unlikely to forget that."
>You shake your head a bit when he asks if you’re lost.
"Vendor with candy. Wandering. Have lists. General shopping shit going to happen. What’re you doing? Taking things from children aside."
> Once the goggles and hood are gone of course you’d recognize the wiggler. Instantly your face breaks into the biggest smile it can handle and you take his face in your hands.
”How could I forget the wiggler that is under my Mother’s roof? I hear about you from time to time, still the same things. I bet you take her back to my wiggler days.”
>This was too good! Possibly you could even spend some time with the youngster and be able to catch up with him.
”If you’re looking for candy and other goods I should be able to point you towards the best to buy from?”