Since this bright idea was partially gleaned from Aria anyway, he felt it was only right to get her in on it. Luckily Elian had been a huge help, since he wasn't the best at trying to gain a tactical advantage, being a little more on the impulsive side. Right now he's on his lonesome — well, mostly. He's parked on a bench just on the outside of the round, gaudy fountain that serves as the park's centerpiece. Next to him a road atlas sits open, already marked up with sharpie.

As promised, a green basketball sure is wheeling itself around and around on the lip of the fountain's reservoir, pausing only to harmlessly flap its arm... ear... things at any birds brave enough to muscle in on its turf.

It also seems to notice Aria first, if its high-pitched, "Guest! Guest!" is anything to go by. Banagher swivels to look, expression brightening.

"Oh, hey!"