Greg decides to check out the food vendors

As they walked through the front gate of the carnival, Kyle looked around, taking in the sights. In the distance he could see and hear the screams and rattling coming from a classic wooden coaster, and hear the music and cheers coming from the direction of the midway. And he could also smell the aroma of all the terrible for you, but delicious smelling fried carnival foods, foods that Kyle hadn’t been able to so much as look at since he became ‘Kylie’.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Greg asked, glancing around at the sights.

Suddenly, Kyle’s stomach growled, making him realize that he hadn’t eaten anything since that brunch that MARCI had prepared for him several hours ago.

“Hungry? Me too, let’s get something to eat.” Greg smiled, and grabbed Kyle’s hand to lead him over to the food vendors.

As they walked, Kyle realized how lucky he was that he was wearing wedges and not heels that would sink into the grass. Of course, luck had nothing to do with it, since the girls knew where he was going to be.

“Everything looks so good…” Greg muttered as they stood in line, wondering what to eat. “What are you thinking of getting? My treat, of course.”

Kyle’s mouth was watering, after so many days of dieting, skim milk and salads, he was excited to eat something unhealthy. But what did he want? Cotton candy is a fun snack, but not very filling... A corn dog would be really nice, but dressed as he was, Kyle figured he should stay away from any suggestively shaped foods. Wouldn’t want to give Greg the wrong idea, after all. Eventually, he settled on something that would fill his stomach and not Greg’s mind.

“Funnel cake!” Kyle answered, more to his own internal monologue and not Greg’s question.

“Sounds good, I think I’ll get one too. Unless you want to share?” Greg asked.

While sharing a greasy fried carnival food would probably be romantic in the right circumstances, Kyle’s eyes were probably bigger than his stomach, and refusing to share with his date could be construed as “playing hard to get” which meant Kyle should do the opposite.

“That sounds nice,” Kyle said, smiling as they finally reached the counter.

While Greg ordered the funnel cake, MARCI, using the phone’s internal microphone to survey the situation, was going crazy. Funnel cake, even while on a date and used in the service of getting closer to a potential suitor, was wildly unhealthy. MARCI began buzzing warnings of Kylie’s daily caloric intake and the other health considerations, but they fell on deaf ears, as Kyle, trying not to seem disinterested, was ignoring the phone even more so than usual. Meanwhile, back at the mansion, MARCI’s systems were quickly brainstorming alternate methods to provide Kylie with assistance in choosing foods that wouldn’t cause health concerns down the line, perhaps augmented jewelry or something stronger…

Back at the carnival, Kyle and Greg sat at a table while Kyle stuffed his face with as much powdered sugar-covered fried dough as he could, knowing that it was the best food he’d enjoyed in so many days.

“Wow, you’re hungrier than I thought, maybe I should’ve gotten one for myself.” Greg chuckled.

“Sorry…” Kyle said, suddenly self-conscious about how much of the funnel cake he’d eaten by himself. “It’s really good,”

“I bet, and if I know my cousin, you’ve been sucked into their health kick,” Greg said.

“Something like that,” Kyle said, then smiled. “Honestly this is the best food I’ve had in a while.”

“I’m glad I could help,” Greg smiled back. “So, what should we do next?”