Armani clasps his hands behind his back, humming thoughtfully as he scans the area where the girl had been looking.

"What if it's the whole funnel cake booth and we have to try to carry it out of the memory? Or even the ferris wheel?" Linchpins so far have, thankfully, been manageable sizes. But is that the nature of them, or has he just been lucky so far?

"I guess I'll go check the dart game. She was looking over at the girls. Are you good with the shoes?"

Because he isn't good with the shoes. He's gonna go touch the very clean, vomit-free darts in their hands.