
Yesterday, after a period of warming up the park (that is, before Maddie arrived), Iain met the lovely lady of West Hollywood. She wore moccasins.

At first, Iain held back a bit. You know how first dates can be. Awkward. But later, things loosened up considerably.

It helped that The Staff provided libations.

They're boring, though, The Staff. Talk, talk, talk. And all about history and historians and dull stuff like that. Maddie and Iain decided that playing train was way better.

They've made another date, for later this week. Iain can hardly wait. I know this because he's sitting calmly, watching vintage Sesame Street. Gotta be nerves.
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