Edward was making his way through the carnival, a stuffed animal prize tucked under one arm, candy apple gripped in one hand, and a cup of hot chocolate in the other. He'd just finished stuffing some kind of sweet, fried cake into his mouth. In short, he showed all the outward indicators of having a complete blast -- except for the expression on his face, which could only be described as 'put-upon'.

He should be doing something constructive, not wandering around this dumb kids' fair. Stalking past rows of stalls, he came to a stop in front of a strength-testing game, staring it down as if it were a personal affront to him.

"Probably rigged," he grumbled under his breath.