Isaac hadn’t known that minstrels were funny. He’d just kind of assumed that they sang and maybe danced a bit, but the show he and Garrett had been to had been full of jokes, mostly of the horny variety, as well as some poems and some acting. He’d also done magic tricks—not the kind Isaac could do, but the kind that performers did for kids, like pulling birds out of hats and stuff. He’d pulled a rooster out of Garrett’s pants and gotten very handsy with Isaac while making an eggplant disappear.

After that, they’d gone to eat at a fancy restaurant, and Isaac had eaten a bunch of food from a place called G’Ablyn, which he’d never heard of, but where they apparently liked thick noodles with salty sauce on them, and they were right to like that. Isaac didn’t normally drink, and neither did Garrett but they’d both decided to have one cup of the hot alcohol they served at the restaurant, and now Isaac was giggling a lot as he and Garrett went up the stairs to the room they’d rented for the night.

“You, I think you planned all this,” Isaac accused, leaning on Garrett while Garrett tried to find the key for the door.

“Nope, the getting drunk was an accident,” Garrett said.

Isaac didn’t think he was drunk, he was just having a good night. “I meant the date. You planned the whole date.”