At the Fair (Dual-pup Post - OTA)
Fantine hadn't meant to come to the fair. She had nobody to go with, and going to such things alone seemed...sad in a way. But the music had drawn her in, and the happy sounds of children laughing. She did not begrudge the young lovers as she saw them walking arm in arm along the fairway. She had known that feeling, of being on the top of the world
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It is very loud, colourful, and the food smells very strange. There are machines that are obvious amusements, but I do not see the pleasure in going around very quickly. Now, the circle in the air is slower and I wonder what the village looks like from up there. I am so foolish--I've seen it from the top of the hotel. But this is in the park.
And there, on that one, that is Eponine. I watch as she gets off walks from it, seeming both dizzy and happy.
"By the Valar, what is all that?" I ask as I approach. "Are you well?"
She does seem happy.
I have my own impressions of our fair, guided quite a lot by spending so much time working there. I understand a lot of the people like the food and stuff, but I think Faramir might agree with me about a lot of it. He's already got ( ... )
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"Hi! I'm good. Great. Little dizzy, really, but I think that's from the giant spinning tea cups."
She laughed.
"This's great, the fair. Just what I needed after workin' so hard the past few weeks. Something fun and mindless."
Her eyes twinkled.
"Wanna get something to eat? They have all sorts of weird food over there."
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"This is not like any fair I've ever imagined." Though I suppose I have read about such things, I just couldn't picture it.
"We can try. I smelled food, but didn't really look at it." Perhaps she already has. "What do you mean by weird?"
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I smell the fried, but not much else. Potato and onion and things I'm not sure what they are.
"I like corn, but I've not seen that. Show me, and I'll get you anything you want unless you prefer to buy your own." She might. "I thought it would be the going around in circles on that thing that would make you dizzy. I don't think I would care for it."
I rode behind on a motorcycle once, and it was awfully fast.
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She grabbed his hand and pulled him in the direction of the food, a grin crossing her face.
"I never had money to go to anything like this before. Let me buy yours."
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"I feel like your older brother with you pulling me along this way," I reply with a not-at-all-irritated voice. "I did it to Boromir at times."
A long time ago.
"You may buy me something, but I get to pick what it is. I don't think I would wish to try fried Coke. I do not care much for the drink itself." It is too sweet and the bubbles can burn when I am very thirsty. I do not know how people can drink it so quickly and so often.
"The lemonade looks good." And I know what it is. "Elephant ear?"
It is not. It is a pastry, fried. What an odd name.
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I cannot walk with both of these things and eat also.
"I've never seen an elephant. I understand they're like very small Mumakil." Perhaps this is the size of one of their ears. The shape is like a mumakil's ear, roughly. "I've seen pictures of elephants."
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She sat at a table and started nibbling on her funnel cake.
"Oh, we can still share. You can have some of mine, and I can have some of yours."
She tasted her coke and nearly spit it out.
"Ugh! That's awful."
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I clap my hand over my mouth and rather large nose, because I now have cinnamon-sugar where it should not be. That calms the laughter rather quickly, as I turn away to sneeze and make faces of my own. I'm calm in not too much time, but my eyes are now teary from the efforts.
"Please excuse me." That covers many different rudenesses. "I'm thinking that was your first taste of such things?"
It had to be.
"Glaurnaneth just made a face, but she'd already sniffed at it and had a rather strong reaction to the bubbles before drinking it from the straw. She didn't care for it either." Eponine did not see any photos of Glaurnaneth--I have few. I was rather stuck on little Henry once I turned to a page with his picture on it. My nephew has the honour of being the most photographed person in my book.
At least it was only cinnamon sugar--the powdered kind might have made me look like I was using that other medicine that isn't medicine coke.
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"Yeah, my first bite. Probably my last, too. I ain't drinkin' any more of that stuff, ever. It burns, too! Why would anyone drink it?"
She handed him a napkin, grinning.
"You've got cinnamon sugar on ya."
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"I've got it in my nose, thank you very much." I do take the napkin to get it off my face. "That hurt a bit."
I wonder if I should offer her some of the lemonade. It's only right, so I push it over if she wishes. We can get more: I have so much money from working and buying almost nothing that it seems wasteful not to spend it. The irony.
"So you won't be trying the fried version then?" This reminds me of Willow and the hot wings. Perhaps I will gain another sister from this.
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"Now, that tastes much better," she grinned. "No, I don't want the fried stuff either. I don't want anything to do with it. Ewww. Guess you have to be from now and stuff to like it."
She grabbed a piece of funnel cake, and smiled as she popped it into her mouth.
"I have a quiz with Dr. K. soon. I'm a little nervouis, but I think I'm ready."
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I might not have met her otherwise.
"I don't know about having to be modern to like the sodas, but it might help if you're raised with it. Or children like sweet things better. Or those very sour candies." They seem to like the mock-pain of it all.
"Does he mind being called Dr. K?"
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