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Eyes widened at the confirmation, a slow, drawn out "Okay..." slipping past her lips. Izzy's fingers tightened on the golden pole in front of her. Knowing her assumption was right didn't necessarily make her feel any better about on the ride, even if it was just a simple carousel. But the lingering anxiety was instantly washed away as his words finally registered. "Wait, what? Shouldn't we just..." her words trailing off, eyes locking onto the screwdriver. Well. Eager, wasn't he?

He stilled for a moment, waiting to hear her suggestion. He wasn't going to genuinely consider it if it involved him not doing what he was already doing, but, he was at least willing to her let her voice it. But, as she stopped halfway, he shrugged and went back to tinkering. "You just need to hold it steady." He repeated, not wanting to overcomplicate things, especially when having to get a participant. "Won't take long." He promised, hand flinching back for a second as he touched the wrong thing. "Never been on one of these. Doesn't get too crazy, does it?" He finished up meddling with the wires before stepping back as the bulb flickered to life. "Look alright to you?" He slipped down off of the carousel pony and finally turned to see who he was even talking to. "Sorry, I got a little carried away. Thanks for your help. You, uh, might want to sit on a different horse. Got my boot prints on this one..."

Avery continued to appraise the concoction he was holding before she snorted out a laugh, "It's not terrible isn't exactly a positive review." She told him lightly, "But yeah, I think pizza might be a safe bet? Or a hot dog...as long as it's not doused in something crazy like flamin' hot cheetos. I do think I need to hit up something dessert-y too though."

"It's not the worst thing I've eaten." He pushed, trying to find a way to not completely slate his dinner. After all, he was continuing to eat it. "This might actually be exactly what you're looking for. It's dessert-y, but, also kinda savoury, maybe some salt or meat or something stuck round the back there." He smirked, joking, but only a little. It definitely had some funky flavours going on. "I think what you're looking for might be mini pancakes. Technically dessert, but, it's fifty-fifty with toppings. Could probably even convince somebody they're healthy."

Kordeyla shrugged, because she hadn't been offended by what she deemed an insult, because she'd only been teasing. She knew that she prided herself on buying from a good vendor when it came to the baked goods she sold in the coffee shop. However, she hoped to get to a point where she could bake everything herself. She might have just needed a little more practice in that department first.

He nodded, supposing she had a point that stale goods were less likely to be sought after. He definitely wasn't going to keep pushing for her to keep them now that she'd made her case. After all, he could hopefully last a week on these, maybe more if he cut them up right. "They won't be meeting the garbage anytime soon, I can promise that." He slumped his shoulder, letting his backpack slide down until he could catch it and open it up to put the pastries inside. "You know, if you get more stuff like that...going to waste, or whatever...I'm usually around this part of town. Could help keep the raccoons away..." He didn't want to openly ask, but, there was no harm in offering his services. He froze for a moment as she extended her hand, like his brain lagged for a second trying to figure out what she was doing, and what she wanted from him. But, he quickly caught up and took her hand in his own, shaking it weakly. "Kordy. It's a pleasure. Is this your business? You're certainly a...a talented chef."

“ oh? Okay that’s okay “ ford replied though obviously he was very confused by why he was in a record store despite not being a fan of music. But he wasn’t going to press him about it “ that depends if it’s warped or scratched. Cause there are different methods. Do you know how it’s messed up? “ @minupark

"Well, it's definitely scratched, and there's some stuff on it." He chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to remember what the record looked like the day he found it. "I think it might have been pigeon poop, maybe some general dirt..." He looked up and around the store for a moment. "I was thinking they might have some kind of spray or something...?"

"I have too, not that far north though." She's from the south and has done a lot more in the south than she has anywhere else. Of course she made her way up to New York and Boston before heading off towards California. "I don't really have a big plan or anything. It's been a while since I've gotten into any sort of vehicle for a random road trip." That made her seem privileged, but that was far from the case. "I made my way here with no plan in mind."

"North...Probably cold. Bring a coat if you have one." He was trying to help, in his own way. Practical and penned in by his own narrow knowledge of the world. He wasn't schooled all that much, and his travelling had been for survival rather than sightseeing. He couldn't even tell you the names of some of the places he'd stayed in. Her admittance she'd kind of just stumbled into town forced a small smile out of him. "Yeah, me too. Not a bad place to just...end up. Right?" He paused, letting his thoughts catch up with him. "You been here long? I mean, if you're thinking of heading out again you must be bored of here?"

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Minu looked down at the...thing...on a stick, that he was half way through eating. At one point, it had probably been a candy apple, but, there was definitely other bits and pieces that had gotten stuck in the caramel along the way to him finding it. "It's not terrible." He admitted, damning it with faint praise. "Everything else being so loud and colourful definitely helps take your mind off of it." He tilted the stick forward, using it to gesticulate to the surrounding funfair. "If I were you? I'd stay one step ahead, get pizza or something more...normal."

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"Probably not." He muttered, perched atop one of the carousel ponies in an awkward squat while he reached for a bulb that was flickering on the side of the centre pole. "But, I can fix it, and..." He put his screwdriver into his mouth, holding it like a dog would a stick, so that his hands could be free to play with the wiring. "They deserve to have it working." The horse began to turn gently from his leaning, unbalancing him. His brow furrowed and he looked over to her and gestured to the horse with a small nod of the head. "Could you hold that?"

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"I really don't want to know." Minu stared at the sign like it was pointing a weapon at him. He'd never really seen anything like it before. Any knowledge he had of fortune tellers, psychics and anything similar came from gossip columns, cheap movies and tall tales. "How do they do it?" He asked, finally prying his eyes off of the sign so that he could look over at her. "Can they read your mind?"

"You never had it before?" Hunter asked, in regards to the cheesy garlic bread. It became a staple in any takeaway he ordered, even if it did mean he couldn't finish the main course.

"I mean, I might have..." He stumbled, not wanting to seem to strange or stand out more than he naturally did. "Just, not recently." Technically, it was no lie. Minu did eat just about anything that he could stomach. It seemed likely that at some point in his life, he'd have come across garlic bread. It just might not have been in it's freshest, most noticeably flavoursome form. At the mention of chicken, he perked up a bit. "Chicken, yeah. That's a good one. Go with that." He put his hand up as the phone was presented to him, dismissing it without making contact. "I'm set on the chicken, anything else is a bonus." "Oh, uh, sure." He looked around trying to decide where was best to sit before plopping down. He looked around, surveying what he could see and figuring out where the best way to go would be if he had to leave in a hurry. A bad habit. "Looks expensive." He gave a small nod of his head toward's Hunter's phone. "They do a lot more than just calls now, right? Can probably fly you to the moon, next."

Kordelya nodded in some form of agreement, however, she could see the funny side to it. But the thought didn't last long, and was soon replaced with the anticipation she felt as she watched him finally pick up the bearclaw. She clasped her hands together, as she waited for the verdict, like she were a finalist on MasterChef.

"I think so," he agreed. Though, even if they had tasted awful, he'd still have eaten them all the same. Pickiness was a privilege he couldn't yet afford. "And I wasn't insulting the food, just, personal preference...That's all." The preference being that this was fresh and not fished out of a dumpster.

Kordelya noticed his hesitation once more, but didn't falter back. Instead, she stayed stood where she was, grinning as she held her half of the pastry. "We'll see about that." She replied, before she realised that there was no escape from having her take the first bite. At least it might encourage him to believe it was safe enough to indulge himself.

"I don't think anybody should be close enough to anybody for that to be a fun activity." He chuckled, relaxing a smidgen. He silently appreciated her ability to keep breaking the ice he'd spent years trying to harden. She had a social creativity that he just lacked. Minu was a one note man, but, he could appreciate the song of others. He reached for his half of the bear claw, sighing an "Alright, alright" under his breath. He looked it over and gave it a quick sniff before taking a bite, something he did more-so out of habit than distrust. "I don't know what your problem is." He finally spoke up after chewing quietly for a few moments. "It's sweet, buttery, there's some other stuff going on in there too..." He ran his tongue along his teeth, trying to get as much of it as possible. "Think you're too hard on yourself." He offered a tiny smile with a brief nod of his head, trying to imply he was being kind and complimenting her, even if he was going about it in a stupidly backwards way. "I've eaten worse. Matter of fact, I've eaten worse right here, so..." He shrugged. "Don't overthink it."

“ you know there’s a place that has all those scraps though? It’s in the city and the basically rescue fabric scraps and yarn and all sort of crafting supplies from becoming trash. It’s pretty great” Ruby admitted with a small smile “ I think there’s a lot to be said about the ability to use a patch to cover something. It brings new life sometimes into the item “

"There is?" His voice peaked a little, something between hope and curiosity without the commitment to officially lean into either. "I could...I could do with paying it a visit. Knee's poking through my work pants." he offered a breathy laugh that was self-depreciating enough to just border on being sad. "Mostly my own fault." He thought about the concept for a moment, he had no interest in tv and movie productions, but, he did need things to keep his projects going. "What sort of things can you donate? I probably don't have anything they'd be looking for. Never been on tv." Well, not purposefully.

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"Probably. Been a lot of places." Minu's brow knit as he began to realise that he'd been moving around so often for so long before coming to Aurora Bay, that, now he'd settled down, all that moving just blended into one forgettable lump in his memories. Neither particularly bad nor good, just homogeneous survival. "I don't know anywhere you'd like, but, uh..." He looked away, much more comfortable looking out over the sea than into her eyes. "You should definitely go. Though, probably better if you don't have a perfect plan in mind. Then things can't go wrong."

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"I, uh, I'm not really into music." Minu fumbled his hands in his pockets, trying to think of what little musical knowledge he did have. "Oh! I have a record back at home. It doesn't play right, but, when I can fix it, I'll probably listen to that a bunch. And...and then I'll get more, and fix them." He paused, looking over and giving eye contact for the first time. "You don't know how to fix vinyls, do you?"