[It's definitely the Wiener Hut uniform that gives Samandriel away more than anything. The stripes make the kid stand out like a zebra at a polka dot party; even Andy Warhol would take offense. The archangel pauses midstep as he peers at the skinny kid leaning against the wall, wondering if it really is what he thinks it is.

Whatever is going on there, Gabriel is pretty sure this one is about to bolt. It's the way the body language is talking, the way Samandriel isn't actually paying attention to the large crowd milling around. It would be all too easy to let the other sense his archangel presence and all, wet the kid off running, but then Gabriel at least wants to make one joke before Samandriel makes a run for it. So for now he'll just casually approach, eyes curious as he gives a grin.]

I'll have Corn Dog on a Stick, a Bacon Cheddar Dog, Onion Rings, Slaw, and a a portion of funnel cake. Actually make that two portions. [Looks around and then whispers.] Actually make it three, though don't tell anyone or they'll stage an intervention. Again.