"Oh, you gon' work it off one way or t'other," he said casually as he followed her off the platform and back into the chaos of the midway. He had to admit, the smells weren't as revolting as he liked to make them seem, and the idea of a caramel apple tickled at his fancy in a way he didn't necessarily want to cop to.
Not to her anyway. Wasn't worth the ribbing he'd earn for being a hypocrite.
"Jus' keep ya eyes open. Some a'dem gon' be here, I know it."