When the cotton candy was offered, he leaned close, trying to nibble a small bite of his own, only to take an entire chunk with him. Which Armitage less than gracefully dealt with, but it was good and absolutely put him in the mood for more. "Mm, you know me so well," he spoke, mouth still partially full of cotton candy, "Cinnamon. Let's do cinnamon."
There was a booth that housed serval rows of glass jars, all of which had different kinds of sweets inside. Sour candy, gummy candy. Things that Armitage had never even heard of. But there, at the end of the row, was a jar labeled 'Fireballs'. Which, presumably, was cinnamon flavored. He fished one out of the jar, slipping it from it's wrapping and popping the entire thing past his lips.
Now, Armitage had eaten cinnamon flavored confectionary before, but never anything quite as intense as this. His cheeks flushed, his hand fanned his mouth, but he refused to take it out. He could handle a silly ball of candy, even if said candy completely lived up to it's name. "Oh, that is spicy --"
But also.. kind of enjoyable? He'd have to bring a few back to the hotel with him. He might have discovered a new favorite.