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The other day, Liam had offhandedly mentioned to Verity that he'd tried funnel cake, and been unimpressed with it. He had not been prepared for the outraged grumbling that had followed that pronouncement. Or the vaguely ominous declaration that this needed to be 'fixed'.
Come Wednesday afternoon, she'd told him that they had a portal booked to the mainland and to bring cash. Actual physical cash, not just a credit card. Curious, he'd pressed her for details, but all she'd say was just "You'll see when we get there."
'There' was apparently a traveling carnival, complete with rides, midway games... and, of course, food stands.
"Is this the one you threatened to ground Hayley from for the summer?" he asked, curious.
[ooc: for the wife!]
Come Wednesday afternoon, she'd told him that they had a portal booked to the mainland and to bring cash. Actual physical cash, not just a credit card. Curious, he'd pressed her for details, but all she'd say was just "You'll see when we get there."
'There' was apparently a traveling carnival, complete with rides, midway games... and, of course, food stands.
"Is this the one you threatened to ground Hayley from for the summer?" he asked, curious.
[ooc: for the wife!]
