[ He takes another bite – possibly his fourth or fifth since she allowed him to have it – and his trick with leaning forward a bit seems to have helped powdered sugar front, at least a little. A bit of powdered sugar sits at the corners of his mouth, but it's better than all over his face and shirtfront. ]

It's pretty good.

[ He says, as he portions out another mouthful. ]

We had these fairs like this, back home. [ A pause, as he shakes some of the excess sugar back onto the tray before popping the forkful into his mouth. ]

I mean, not like this— [ With a demonstrative wave to the dance parties, with their guests dressed in sequins and flashy colors – which brings to mind the night clubs the Guardians occasionally frequented. ] But like, big gatherings with food vendors serving this same junk and drink stands. Animal exhibits and petting zoos, too. Every summer.