Milo didn't feel left out, although he supposed, in a way, he was. At every ride, he was asked if he wanted to get on it, and everytime he said no, Dark and Daizi asked if he was comfortable watching Ivy, because they would be more than happy taking turns. And without fail, Milo would tell them that he didn't mind and that he liked babies. He didn't really understand them, but he thought they were fascinating.
What he liked being at a Carnival, anyway, was the pictures he could take. There weren't many places where a keen eye could capture a person screaming, a person laughing, a person crying, and a person being sick in a trashcan all in one picture. The way people dressed also intrigued him. People came in t-shirts and shorts and before they knew what had happened, ended up with squid hats, painted faces, and sun burns. Much to their parents' dismay, little children ended up sticky despite all attempts to prevent it. There was a lot to be witnessed, both on off the rides, and Milo was glad he had brought extra film.
And, he liked taking pictures of the carnie's faces when Dark managed to win a supposedly rigged game.
To Dark's great pleasure, when Ivy played the Lucky Duck game (because, really, that game only required grabbing things, which Ivy was very good at), she managed to grab ducks that corresponded with one of the big prizes. "She is like me," he had said, in a rare moment where this fact did not worry him. (Ivy ended up in tears because the prize she wanted was the rubber duck. She ended up with one of the lowest-ranking prizes, a small, plastic, turtle, designed to float in water. This made the loss of the rubber duck easier to mourn.)
Shortly after the duck game, they decided to eat. Ivy was hungry, anyway, so it seemed like the best time to take a bit of a rest, during which Dark made all of them reapply sunscreen.