[Food? He wants to feed her? It feels too good to be true. For once, Laura is patient with someone that touches her without warning, eyes looking up to him as he cups her cheeks. But all too soon she's feeling a little anxious by the contact, and gently pulls herself away so she can reach up and grab his sleeve. It's tugged to show that he should follow her, and she hurries off into the crowd to head back toward a booth she had passed earlier.
The smell of roasted corn is too appealing to her, and she skids to a stop in front of the booth, sniffing at the air.]
That. [She insists, right as another smell catches her attention. She pivots over to the left, toward a booth that sells gourmet hot dogs. Another sniff has her looking over toward yet another booth that has curry. It all smells so good that she isn't sure where to start.]
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The smell of roasted corn is too appealing to her, and she skids to a stop in front of the booth, sniffing at the air.]
That. [She insists, right as another smell catches her attention. She pivots over to the left, toward a booth that sells gourmet hot dogs. Another sniff has her looking over toward yet another booth that has curry. It all smells so good that she isn't sure where to start.]
I want to try everything. All of it.