"It is, yeah." It doesn't occur to him that he might need to tell Steven that this is a dream. It's pleasant and safe, so far. It's only when things get less than idyllic that he might need to say anything. Right now, this reality is as good as any.

"You know what else is pretty sweet?" Gabriel grins and offers a hand to help Steven down from the fence. "Twinkies. Over there they deep fry 'em and you can get syrup and whipped cream if you want. That sound good?" The nice thing about this being a dream is no horrible side effects from questionably prepared carnival food. Gabriel is definitely going to take advantage of neverending snack possibilities.