[ Camilla has been drowning in prize tickets from her methodical tackling of all the carnival games, and so she finally caves and uses some of them to barter for some cotton candy. The young woman looks utterly perplexed by the snack, before surreptitiously sneaking a glance at the man beside her for a hint of how to eat it. Once she finally does follow suit, she looks surprised: delighted and a little caught off-guard by how sugary-sweet it is, rich and delicate and entirely unfamiliar. Food in the Nine Houses isn't exactly known for its decadence.
While she's letting another bite dissolve on her tongue, she eventually asks the stranger: ]
What's the purpose of that one? Do we have to climb it or something?
[ She's nodding towards the Ferris wheel that had just caught his attention. Almost all of the games here have been feats of strength and tests of skill; not having experienced a carnival before, she's expecting everything else to be the same, including the attractions and rides. ]
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While she's letting another bite dissolve on her tongue, she eventually asks the stranger: ]
What's the purpose of that one? Do we have to climb it or something?
[ She's nodding towards the Ferris wheel that had just caught his attention. Almost all of the games here have been feats of strength and tests of skill; not having experienced a carnival before, she's expecting everything else to be the same, including the attractions and rides. ]