Mick takes a few more moments to stare at the conflagration in all it's quickly spreading glory. He takes a deep satisfied breath and then turns back to Len. He can't help but smile at his choice of prize- it suits him.

"Sure. Where to?" He follows Len, looking around him as he goes. There are definitely plenty of distractions to choose from. There's the ferris wheel, some ride with carts speeding around a circle of rail that looks like fun, but he doesn't really like the idea of being trapped on a ride at the moment.

In front of them lies some sort of vendor tent. Much more alluring to him are the junk food stands- fried fiery jalapeno poppers, deep fried twinkies and mars bars, giant pickles floating around in giant jars. Fried pickles. This is amazing food.

As they walk by, he lifts a little paper carton filled with fried food from a picnic table. He's not sure what it is, but it's free and fried, which is good enough for him. He takes a bite and discovers a melted chocolatey center. Fantastic.

"Mmm!" He grunts, deep and satisfied. "Try this." He offers the little paper carton towards Len with one hand, the other lifted to his mouth to suck some stray chocolate off of his thumb.