Ienzo ambles along toward the big projection screen, following the current of the crowds, keeping half an eye on the carpet and laughing when the tassels flourish close to his body, coat billowing. He sniffles only once from the kicked up dust, coughing into his hand.

Merlin should really take a moment to admire this particular one- since his youth, Ienzo had been familiar with so many dancing teapots, enchanted objects, but this one certainly packs an extra punch of personality.

The number of people who barely even notice themselves being crowned with director's visors is also amusing, and Ienzo keeps idle tally... Carpet would have been infinitely useful, for missions where subterfuge was of the utmost importance.

He shakes his head, shrugging his former life in the Organization from mind with momentary annoyance for just how easy it is to slip back into that way of thinking. Wow, the festival's really filling up.

"Hmm... Hey, ah, think you can help me corner a balcony seat?" He prompts hopefully, pointing up toward a higher ledge in the plaza.