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"Oooh, brochures," he says, letting go of her hand and making a beeline for the rack of brochures.

It's hard to act so excited about it, but he manages.

She wrinkles an eyebrow at this, staying in the atrium to watch the tourists. The other tourists, that is.

He returns with a stack of them: for the boat tour, the helicopter tour, several bus tours; self-guided walking tours; historical tours aimed at nearly every special history interest imaginable. For a wax museum--every tourist town has a wax museum--and for the nightly light show. And one in Spanish.

"This is the best vacation ever," he grins.

"Mhm," she says, doubt riding on her every syllable.

"So, where to first, then?"

"The gift shop," he answers, "to buy some cameras. From there--do you get seasick?"

"Never have," she says. "The sea is in my blood. So to speak."

"Mine also," he smiles, reaching to take her hand again. "They have a boat that goes right up to the base of the falls, that they say has the best view. But the water's very rough there. It sounds like fun."

"Sounds thrilling," she says. "Let's do that."

"Excellent," he says. "Cameras and boat tickets first, then? If we buy anything else, it'll get soaked."

"Okay. Seems you'll be able to implement your water-on-the-camera plan quite soon," she says with a grin.

"Just can't get too close to the edge, or we'll be in danger of dropping the camera in," he says. "Then we'd lose all those wonderful, blurry pictures."

"I think I have better balance than you give me credit for," she says, nudging him.

"But I might not," he says. "I'm easily distracted, especially by the beauty of nature. I'll be careful, but you must be careful for me also."

"I'll do my best to haul you back."

"Mmmmm," he smiles. "You know, I wonder if they do rafting or canoeing, further downstream. I do like boats..."

"Don't your brochures tell you all about that?" she says, smiling wryly at the large pile in his hands.

"That would probably be under 'camping and outdoor adventures,'" he muses, flipping through the brochures. "They have jet-powered boats through the rapids--ooh, miniature golf. I haven't played in years. Alas, it doesn't look like they'd let us go rafting on our own around here."

"Miniature golf? In the waterfall? That sounds like an exciting game of mini-golf."

"Quite a devastating water hazard," he says, "but the light show when you get the ball into the windmill is worth it. No, that was a different brochure--mixed in there by accident. We can, however, take both the regular boat and the jet if you want."

"That's okay by me. I'd love to be close to the water," she says. "As you may have guessed, from my desire to go down the falls in a barrel."

"The more you talk about that, the more tempting it is," he says, watching her for a moment. "If you want to do it--if you really, truly do--then by all means, we can."

"I'll wait and see if motor boats quench my desire," she says.

"It will be exciting," he says. "We should buy our tickets. Would you like to see the brochures?"

"I trust you."

"I'm glad," he murmurs, and moves toward the gift shop to buy the camera and tickets for the boat.