The Park, Saturday afternoon

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Ichabod sat down on a bench by the pond, already exhausted from guiding his father around Fandom. Celia must have done a brilliant job of creating illusions for the older mr Crane, as he so far hadn't paid much attention to being in the wrong century. Now they faced the ultimate test, however, which was meeting with Celia and her father (and Ichabod has promised himself not to make things worse for Celia by saying what he truly felt to him).

"Please, father, have a seat. They will be here shortly."

[Ichabod and his father are here for Celia and Hector, but the park is open for your park needs. If you want to say hello that will happen before Celia shows up. Also, Mr Crane the older isn't seeing what is truly there, as Celia is creating illusions for him so as to not freak him out.]

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Celia, who was once again dressed in one of her better gowns and feeling nervous, was leading her father into the park with her arm looped through his.

"What are you making me do?" Hector asked, irritably.

"I want you to meet my friend, Papa," Celia said, patiently. As nervous as she was about this, she was also incredibly practiced at this.