When she said she wanted to stop somewhere to get flats he nodded. “Alright but just to be clear, if you snack into the mud I would pull you out and carry you just like last night. I’m not afraid to do it.” He said with a cheeky grin down to her as he gave her shoulder a small squeeze and the two started towards the car. Her concern about someone following them seemed to be a shared feeling but he wasn’t going to let her know he had been thinking the same thing. 


“It’s okay,” He spoke softly and reassuringly, “I’m here so you have nothing to worry about. But I’d recommend making sure to hold my hand whenever possible so we don’t get separated.” He stated with a cheeky grin. After dropping their things off in the trunk of his car, he locked it and the two of them popped back into the store to get her some flats. Once the shoes were changed out they placed them in the truck of the car and started towards the fairgrounds.

“Did you know?” James started as they got into the fairgrounds and went to the food stands. “Having food at festivals actually began in the medieval times? It was traditionally to trade either the currency of the time or a product for the food at the festival because the food was considered some of the highest quality available. Since everyone was out to impress the nobles and royals that came by they were always  trying to show their best.” When it was their turn at the front of the line James gave a big smile. “Hi, I’ll take a corndog and a block of fries.” Pulling out his wallet he handed his card to the cashier so that Freya couldn’t argue before giving her his full attention. “What would you like?”