It had been years since Jeremiah had been to a carnival. Probably he'd been just a small boy, maybe half his current height, and certainly hadn't paid for his own admission. That had likely been his mother, maybe his father, although he couldn't remember him ever having taken any interest in something like that with any of his children, and particularly not his youngest. No, likely it had been his mother. But what harm could it be, and while her offer was sweet, he knew he wouldn't take her up on it. Money was no object for him currently, a new sensation, but he had no doubt that whatever the price of the ticket was, it would be worth the cost.
"What sort of dance does he do?" Jeremiah perked up at the mention of it, even if it likely gave away his own interest. The problem with talking to people was that he wasn't as naturally secretive as his biological father, and it meant that it was difficult for him to avoid any mention of things that had come before. Not to mention, that he was a bit on the lonely side, and speaking of something that was interesting to him, broke the hold that had over him.
"Is there cotton candy?" He added, a bit of a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth. He didn't really want cotton candy, probably, not more than a bite or two anyway, but it seemed as if a carnival ought to have that, and maybe funnel cakes, and would he judge just a bit if it didn't have either? Probably. "It's been ages since I've had cotton candy."