They walked along with the food booths. Most of them were setting up, but one, a place that sold some sort of pastry, was open.
"Stealing is bad," she said stubbornly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. "I'd rather not resort to that."
She reached into the bag again, feeling around until pulling out a pink sweatshirt. It looked like it would fit him. "Ferris.." she began, her tone sweet.