I know what whoopie pies are, but what the fuck is a creamee? Why does all the food from New England sound like someone named it right before they tried to fuck it? [ She manifests a little stiff paper tray and passes it to Nadine. It holds what look to be several fist-sized dinner rolls; once bitten into, they are revealed to contain a filling of seasoned beef, onions, cabbage and cheddar cheese. ] These are bierocks. They're like, one of the most important Kansas foods.
[ She shakes her head as she takes of drink of her lemonade. ] They weren't all big county-level fairs like this one. One week'd be the rodeo, then a beer festival, then someone's church would throw a fair, on and on all summer, until you hit harvest festival around October. A lot of the time, they were to raise money for stuff. Church fairs alone could eat up a month of Sundays. [ Julie absolutely cannot express how many church activities she has been involved simply because there were so goddamn many churches in her tiny town. It stops being religious at a certain point, and just becomes how the community gathers.
The midway is as bright and enticing as Julie remembers, all flashing lights and cliche music from the speakers. Maybe this was what conditioned her to take so well to Las Vegas. Familiarity.
Geralt inspects what Julie knows to be an incredibly cheap toy with such thoughtfulness that she laughs, then offers him a softball. ] You stand back here to throw. You're tryin' to get the ball in the top of the milk can. Get the ball in the can, you win a prize.
[ Which are, of course, deceptively far away and have an insert inside to narrow the opening. That's how these things work. But she doesn't tell him that for now. ]
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[ She shakes her head as she takes of drink of her lemonade. ] They weren't all big county-level fairs like this one. One week'd be the rodeo, then a beer festival, then someone's church would throw a fair, on and on all summer, until you hit harvest festival around October. A lot of the time, they were to raise money for stuff. Church fairs alone could eat up a month of Sundays. [ Julie absolutely cannot express how many church activities she has been involved simply because there were so goddamn many churches in her tiny town. It stops being religious at a certain point, and just becomes how the community gathers.
The midway is as bright and enticing as Julie remembers, all flashing lights and cliche music from the speakers. Maybe this was what conditioned her to take so well to Las Vegas. Familiarity.
Geralt inspects what Julie knows to be an incredibly cheap toy with such thoughtfulness that she laughs, then offers him a softball. ] You stand back here to throw. You're tryin' to get the ball in the top of the milk can. Get the ball in the can, you win a prize.
[ Which are, of course, deceptively far away and have an insert inside to narrow the opening. That's how these things work. But she doesn't tell him that for now. ]