The youthful woman stepped up to the counter. "Fairs are fair. And far.." The Underground felt familiar, perhaps in the same way that the way she spoke felt familiar to Carlisle. Only the same in that it was always different. Mismatched eyes went to the concession man and she ordered a funnel cake. "Don't have to eat. Real food is good long as it's..Mm. What's that word, it's more like tea parties and children?" She looked up at the man thoughtfully, free hand digging in her pockets. Oh good. She had her bubbles.
"There and here. Here is like there." She paused again, thinking about it. Then motioned to Barnabas with a braceleted hand, head tilting and prismatic hair shifting slightly. "Calls it imbroglio. Funny word. Do you like it?" After breaking a piece off of the sweet cake, she pushed it toward Carlisle in offering to share.