"I do look splendid," Ripper calls up to him, grinning.

"I know that voice when I hear it! Want to come sing? We're doing Danny Boy, everyone knows Danny Boy!" grins the singer.

"Love to!" he says, and kisses Bella on the cheek, and makes his way up to the stage.

Danny Boy (appropriately metaled up) ensues, with the singer gracefully yielding the mic to Ripper and clapping along off to the side.

It is even more fun than the rest of the faire, and the rest of the faire has been pretty damn fun already.

He blows a kiss toward the stage as he resumes his seat next to Bella, then hugs her and beams through the rest of the set.

[Nicely done,] she laughs.

[That was fun. I like these guys.]

[They're doing another show at five.]

[We should be there!]

"No problem," he laughs. "I loved it."

"I was devastated when Wretched broke up," the singer confides. "Absolute tragedy."

"Eh, I moved to Saturn, these things happen," he says with a wry grin.

Bella giggles. [Not going to tell him about the solo album in the works?]

"You guys made such spectacular music, though," sighs the Celtic metal singer.

"Oooh," says the singer. "Well, I for one am looking thoroughly forward to it. If I had my CDs with me I'd want your autograph, but I don't - so, thanks, good to meet you, we're going to go score some lunch on a stick."

Ripper grins. "Good to meet you too!" he says, and off they go.

"That was cute. You're cute."

"I am cute."

She grins, and ushers him into a cute shop full of pewter things.

Ooh, pewter things. He browses the things.

They continue to browse things, until Bella has to go knight some children - Ripper is not part of this ceremony, but is welcome to supervise.