Festivals were a bit of a rarity when there were so many other things going on in the galaxy that required their actual attention -- either of them, really. Poe, for instance, had been pretty focused on escaping most scenarios with his life and much as he might have liked otherwise, there'd been no time for teacup rides in there.
This was a bit similar to a lively street market though, but for the fact that there were more games and everything seemed to be free. He figured anything that required aim would probably be fun for the both of them.
Poe had plucked a cone of cotton candy off guy a few steps back and was wrangling up some of the air-light candy with his teeth before he offered it over to Armitage next. It wasn't his suggestion so much as just sharing what he had. It was barely candy anyway so much as melt-away sugar. "Bet we can find you some fancy caramel somewhere. Or cinnamon candies." Something a more discerning palate would enjoy.