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“We should head to the food stands by five-thirty to have time to eat before anything else. Sound good?” Ocean whirled around, barely looking at the choir before nodding to herself. “Good!”
Mischa followed along blindly as he scanned the vendors. Their bright signs caught his attention, but one pulled him in more than the others. "What is... funnel cake?" He asked. Noel turned to him. “You mean to tell me you’ve never had a funnel cake before? We have got to change that.” He exclaimed.
Turns out, funnel cakes just tasted like cardboard with sugar.
Mischa was not impressed.