Carlos nodded. “That’s alright,” he said. “It was some kind of harvest celebration maybe four hundred years ago, but turned into people dressing up in costumes for sweets and candy. Just… something about offering the the harvest to spirits of the land or something…”
Carlos set his tote bag on the coffee table and pulled out the funnel cakes. He offered the box to Hancock. “Wanna give the first one a try? I don’t know what a funnel cake is… but it looks good. If… squiggly.”
“Harvest spirits? What the fuck?” His face scrunched up in confusion, but Carlos managed to quickly derail him with funnel cake. His eyes lit up and he took the box, opening it and pulling one of the cakes out. He shoved it in his mouth and let out a pleased hum, nodding to the scientist in approval. “This is good shit, man, where’d you find it?“
Carlos grinned at him, his attention now diverted as well. “I told you – Daisy had some come in. Said something about the trade coming out of Nuka World getting better. Anyway, I had the caps so I figured why not? I’m very glad it’s a hit with you though – I was worried because of the price.”
The Perfect Scientist 