What’s with the armour?” “Nicholas’s armour? He works at the Medieval Fair near Winewall.” Luke was unconvinced. “That was not medieval armour.” “I don’t think the Fair’s overly concerned with historical accuracy.” Sera had never seen anyone look more appalled than Luke did in that moment. “Not. Concerned. With. Historical. Accuracy?” She tried and failed to suppress a giggle. “I gather you won’t be visiting, then?” He didn’t dignify that with a response.
