"Come on, dude, just try it," Sam said as he shoved the napkin into his hands.
Rory eyed the food with a skeptical eye. "What is it?"
Sam grinned. "It's a corn dog. Meat on a stick, dipped in batter and fried. Classic American carnival food."
"Really? Then why aren't you eating one?"
He suddenly looked nervous in the flashing lights of the game booths. "Gotta stay fit, man."
Rory rolled his eyes and turned back to the concession stand. "One more corn dog, please."
"And some mustard." Rory looked at Sam over his shoulder. "It's worth it, trust me."