“Okay, so he thinks they want three Chicago-style dogs, three plain dogs, a corn dog, five orders of corn on a stick, and the bucket of french fries,” Logan explained. “Bro, don’t you dare forget that LouiBethna Hot Link,” Rafe reminded him with a pat on his calf. “Ah, and one LouiBethna Hot Link,” Logan added. “Make that two!” Abina begged. “Fine, two Hot Links,” Logan corrected. “And drinks,” Rafe continued. “How can they possibly eat all this without something to drink?” “Five sodas, as well.” The man tapped away at his register as the order continued to pile up. “Alright,” their server said as he ran his eyes back across the screen. “That’s all comes out to ninety-seven sixty.” “I’m gonna take one of the girls and go grab a spot, Jakey,” Rafe’s voice muttered. “I want front-row seats to see if any of these people hurl on the Fireball!” “I’ll go.” Kelda nodded. “I definitely don’t want to miss that.” As Abina walked a
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