While hunger clenched down and squashed any further contemplation from Hades's mind, a different sort of fugue state had overtaken the giant slowly snaking behind him. Having shoved a well-practiced identity to the forefront of her consciousness, every moment spent clambering over seats and slithering through mist-blanketed fairgrounds went by with unceasing, brainless commentary. Miriam's mouth ran a marathon, and in the meantime her eyes darted from one sight to the next, the sole indicator anything was being processed between pointed ears.
She talked of attractions. "Oh, that's a stomach-churner for certain. I wouldn't suggest going there unless you like losing your meal so soon."
Of games passed by. "That, my dear, is a scam. The claw's so slippery, it oughtn't be even referred to as such. Better to try the ones where you can use your own paws rather than anyone else's. More of a sporting chance, hmmm, don't you agree?"
And, of course, the food and refreshments weren't forgotten when they were the main objective. "Rats on a stick. How novel! And crunchy too. I wonder how they managed to do that to the skin."
Unless requested for silence, and perhaps even then, this would be the soundtrack for these two on the prowl. Companionable, yes. Annoying, quite probably. But completely harmless compared to fairyfly dust and Lesser fights to the death. The Carnival's performance over for Miriam, now she'd resumed hers in full, entertaining an inattentive audience for the duration of this little trip.