Jonathan and Stiles
It was late afternoon when Jonathan wandered on his own for a while. With one friend waiting for the pie eating competition, and another in the baking competition, Jonathan had some down time. He wandered around but did not stray off too far from the competitions. It was a large area, with plenty to do, and it was only a matter of time before they would reunite. Jonathan was happy to watch them compete, and also happy to skip entering himself in a competition. In fact, he was more than happy to grab a snack from a local stand.
There was a lot of festive culinary treats available, from huge legs of turkey to delicious pastries, but Jonathan stuck to the classics and found an ice cream stand. He ordered a bowl with two scoops and sat down at one of the tables once he had his order. Scanning the crowd, he scanned the area and saw a familiar face near him. One he hadn't met in person, but saw plenty in the forums. "Hey," he said with a wave. "I'm too much a pansy to fight in the swords competition, but I can kick some ass when it comes to eating ice cream."