Food Booths
The hand made her jump a little, more out of surprise than anything else. She hadn't been expecting that. Touch was a fairly foreign concept to her. Between her mother, who stopped touching her soon after she shut them in the house, and Justin, who didn't understand the necessity of the body, any touch she had experienced in the past few years had either been clinical or painful. It was nice, though, to experience it without pain, and she settled easily against his hand, and soon forgot it was there entirely.
"Funnel cake it is," she agreed, smiling at his explanation. She liked dough. Had the bad habit of eating it when she made cookies. So she figured funnel cake would be delicious, especially if covered with powdered sugar. She balked at him paying, putting up a meager protest before falling silent and accepting the cake from the vendor.
She took it to a nearby picnic table, settling there. After a moment spent considering the doughy confection, she reached out and tore a small piece off, popping it in her mouth. It was delightful. She made a quiet noise of approval as the sugar melted on her tongue, and she picked another piece of dough free. "This is great," she said to Johnny when he joined her, licking a bit of sugar off her finger. "Amazing, even."