She gives him a beaming smile, pleased he likes it. Who cares about table manners when he looks so happy? She looks to her own hotdog then back to him, nodding. "I do. It's the first one I've ever tried, you know," she tells him, like it's a big secret only he's privy to. Which it kind of is.
Idly, she wonders how much food she might be able to take. Who knows the mysteries of magical islands? Then she wonders about the stomach capacity of a human boy, especially if there might be rides involved. Still, a young Carter seems to have a good head on his shoulders so he probably won't go overboard.
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Idly, she wonders how much food she might be able to take. Who knows the mysteries of magical islands? Then she wonders about the stomach capacity of a human boy, especially if there might be rides involved. Still, a young Carter seems to have a good head on his shoulders so he probably won't go overboard.