Oh, and the inmates play music and this one guy leads them who was just put in jail in the beginning. I never saw them laugh so much. We come around the corner, and there's the kiosk. There's two or three other ones by our house, and I stop and buy some candy. It's warm inside, and the heat comes out the window where the store-keeper hands me the bag and my change.
Swedish candy is much better.
We are really in Centrum now, and the produce sellers are standing in the market under their tarps with the goods out on the table. Mormor buys some fruit, and I see more puffs of breath go up past my face. I shoot out the smoky steam in a jet, and prepare for another blast of fire from my dragon lungs. I have red scales and horns, and I breathe smoke and fire. Next to the door of the supermarket is a man at a fold-out table.