Barnabas reached out and brushed his fingers along the plastic horse's stiff mane. "Give it a name yet?" He asked.
Now that he was under the carousel he wondered if the various strangers had claimed their own mounts. He started to consider each horse on its own merit and peg horse to owner as he measured the group as a whole.
"Kind of you to offer to guide," he said lightly. "You hosting?" He asked with a motion towards the splintered groups. "That'd be kind too."