"I guess I'd have to worry if you hadn't found something yet." The arm that isn't linked with Zack's sneaks around to poke him in the side. He had loved his food, hadn't he? Not that she can talk too much, finding herself more and more fixed on the idea of corndogs and lemonade.

"That's true. Ah, I know they meant well at the hospital, but I kept telling them I was fine and no one would believe me! It was so boring, staying there." And maybe it had been just a little nerve-wracking. She was not particularly fond of the hospital setting. But she'd sat still long enough to be given a clean bill of health.

The food vendors are all over the fair, and between the two of them it doesn't take long to find where the corn dogs are being sold. She fishes out the gil to pay for hers and takes a bite promptly. "Mmmm. The fair is much more fun."