Ron & Charlie
Fairs were good. Fairs were normal. Charlie could handle fairs right now.
What she could not handle were people telling her she was some robot creature. It wasn't true. It was impossible. Charlie would have known that she was some animatronic if she was. She had grown up around them her entire life. Her father built them, programmed them, brought them to life like no one else ever could.
Those people were wrong and Charlie was going to find whatever way she could to prove it. Attempting to do so on an empty stomach wasn't viable, though. While scarfing down french fries drowning in ketchup wasn't the best sort of brain food, it was a comfort. Comfort was good right now.