The corner of his mouth turned upwards. His cheeks were dusted in a shade of light pink and before Elliot made his suggestion, Cedric simply said "thank you". For the last few hours Cedric's stomach had been hosting a symphony, and now the instruments inside him were playing loudly. Gurgling noises were sounding every few minutes and if he didn't get anything to eat soon, he was sure that he would faint. So when Elliot brought up the food fair, Cedric let out a sigh of relief. "Great, I'm about to starve to death." He smiled weakly and allowed Elliot to lead him by the hand. Cedric wondered what kind of weird food the people of this world ate and he also wondered if Edward's taste in food had changed at all. Sometimes when the king felt the loneliest, he'd have all of Edward's favorites for dinner. That was just one of the many ways he'd feel close to him.<br/><br/>As they came close to the venue all kinds of good smells were taken in and Cedric’s mouth began to water. Hungrily he licked his lips; he was so hungry that he didn’t care what he ate as long as he got to eat.”Oh really? That’s neat.” Cedric muttered as he could see everything they were walking toward.<br/><br/>Being surrounded by so many people sucked the air right out of Cedric’s lungs. “Oh ye shan’t worry. I’ll be fine..” The guy managed to say. Although in the past he had given speeches to crowds of thousands, so many people surrounding him like this made Cedric’s head spin. Although subconsciously Elliot could probably tell how Cedric was really feeling, for some reason Cedric wanted to act cool and collected in front of Elliot. On the outside he was relaxed, but inside he felt trapped, though that feeling only lasted for a little while. Being with Elliot was comforting and that feeling was stronger than any other. It was like all his problems and everyone else around them dissolved into thin air.<br/><br/>As he was led to the booth of Kabobs, Cedric remembered having something like this a long time ago. “Thank you.” He replied as Elliot handed him one of the two he had just bought. So since this was a familiar sight, and since he was starving, Cedric had no hesitation to take a bite. As soon as the first piece of meat touched his taste buds, his eyes lit up like all these neon signs around them. “This is so<i>good</i>.” Cedric said before taking the second piece. The biggest difference between the food he was used to and the modern street food he was being introduced to was the flavor. Back in his world, food did not carry such an explosively awesome flavor. Whatever the chef did was out of this world! Though in reality this amazing thing the chef used was actually BBQ sauce, an ordinary condiment.<i>What kind of herbs do they use to make this so delectable?? </i>Cedric couldn’t help himself but want more and it didn’t take him long to finish off the stick.<br/><br/>When he had been asked about what time they should leave, Cedric wasn’t completely honest. He didn’t mention his situation. He only said that he didn’t have to go at any certain time. In the moment, he was still afraid of telling Elliot that he was homeless. It was for two main reasons. Being poor was embarrassing and Cedric was afraid that Elliot would look down upon him like how most nobles would back home. Although he had a feeling Elliot would be there to help him in him time of need, Cedric feared that the other might not be so generous or trusting because he was someone he had only met that day and clearly had more than him.<br/>After Elliot asked if he was being pushy, Cedric shook his head and said “Of course not” with a sweet smile. And when Elliot made a comment about being a night owl, Cedric decided to say something that might make himself seem even more familiar in a sneaky way just like he did earlier that day. Cedric said that he<i>seemed</i>like someone who stayed up late -<i>reading</i>or something.<br/><br/>Cedric’s eyes caught glimpse of even more confusion inducing technology. A man had a cone held above a spinning metal plate and large metal bowl. Like magic, some type of pink webbing formed in the bowl and the man twisted his wrist to cover the open-end of the white paper cone. Impulsively, Cedric had to point in the direction of the man and the cotton candy machine. “<i>What</i>is<i>that</i>?” He instantly asked without thinking too much.