The Guelph Renaissance Faire was located in a conference centre fifteen minutes from the campus. A large red velvet sign hung over the conference doors and directed them towards the back parking lot, and the back courtyard outdoors where most of the festivities were occurring. Libby whispered her comments and critiques to Felicity—if this is the renaissance, why are there porta potties? Shouldn’t we all s**t in the woods? And then get the black plague?—as Denis parked. Felicity tried to keep her chuckles under wraps; it seemed unfair to gossip about the faire as they were going to it, especially in Denis’s car and when he seemed so damned excited. He kept up a steady stream of elated comments about his successful defense, how difficult yet how easy the whole process ended up being, and how
