Re: Ferris Wheel
Her eyes widened as he kissed her forehead again, expression incredulous. "I am not a cactus!" she huffed in irritation, sitting back against the booth and glaring at the bar as they began to descend.
She sighed, looking to him impassively as he rocked their booth. "We'll get sick." Of course, that wouldn't do anything to sway him - they'd eat the horrible food anyway, and they would get sick anyway. And later she would have to inform him that she was right. "We'll have to determine which games can be most easily won, first."