Normally, a crowd this size made Jack incredibly uncomfortable, but there was something about today; something different about this place.
Jack wasn't big on riding anything. He'd never been all too fond of them as a child, and now, with his heightened senses ushering in a new echelon of nausea from the low, rising smell of...previously used food... It was more than enough reason for Jack to stick it out in the absurdly long food vendor lines.
After what seemed like an eternity, He finally got what he was after; The holy trinity of dough, grease, and powdered sugar. A funnel cake.
He decided to wander back through what he assumed was considered the midway and grabbing a few slices of pizza for his dessert. While he quickly shuffled past the rides, a familiar face caught his eye.
"Well, well, well." He said, in a somewhat sarcastic tone, as he inched next to Kitty. "Fancy meeting you here..." Jack took an obnoxiously large bite of the funnel cake, then held it toward her. "Funnel cake?"