A minute. Exactly sixty seconds of sheer unadulterated speed before that ride sluggishly drifted to a halt. It hardly seemed enough to the Were-King, the Alpha often striving for those very speeds within his sports car if only for the fleeting sensation of freedom they provided him. Even so, there was a certain appeal to that rush of adrenaline that filled his stomach with butterflies when the wooden roller coaster whirled down its rickety track and towards those loops and turns. It was enough to allow that faint hint of a simper to persist even as they stared at the photos upon those old television screens. Calliel's insistence that they could repeat the rides he particularly enjoyed, however, earned the girl little more than a grunt as his emerald irises glanced over the faces of ecstatic strangers. They lingered only for a moment longer before Tetradore allowed the girl to guide him throughout the park, those bands frequently used to skip the often winding lines as she dragged him on ride after ride. Although Tetradore hardly disliked those wooden roller coasters, they seemed far too...concise and...bumpy in comparison to the sleek, shining metal tracks. The very smoothness of the ride only contributed to that feeling of speed they were able to accomplish with each loop and plunge - the sensations all but delighting him even if his features hardly display the same screaming faces in those pictures Calliel seemed determined to look at each time. Frankly, he failed to see the appeal of the photographs but, it seemed to please the woman to spot their faces out of the multitude of others.

Subtle though it was, there was no denying the stoic Were-King became more...involved in those choices as they made their way around the Northern part of the park. Several of those rides were revisited a second time, some skipped altogether for looking 'too lame'. Either way, by the time lunch came, the pair had made their way through a majority of the roller coasters, leaving little more than water rides and carnival games to entertain their soon to be full stomachs. For several minutes, Tetradore was content to merely wander the food stands, his attention floating over the menus and the different fried greasy fair foods before one, in particular, captured his attention. Alligator. It was, admittedly, the sheer novelness of the meat that made the Alpha give in, inquisitively. A short line later and Tetradore found himself rejoining Calliel and her heaping plates of sugary treats with the fried meat of his own choosing. A curious glance was given towards the funnel cake she pushed towards him, the man mostly silent as Calliel informed him that his alligator was some odd mixture of chicken and pork and fish all rolled into one. Really, her explanation of it was enough to cause his eyebrow to raise, the man entirely uncertain of what to expect as he lifted that first bite to his lips. Calliel's announcement that fares had all sorts of fried foods caused the man to look up in a wholly baffled manner. "Ice cream....and coffee? How the fuck do you fry a liquid?" Tetradore inquired. Although the man certainly had little interest in the kitchen, he at least knew, vaguely, how frying worked.

Even despite how utterly baffled he was at this concept of frying liquids, Tetradore had to admit the alligator wasn't half so bad. Neither, frankly, was the funnel cake. In fact, the Were-King was vastly more interested in the fried sweet than his own meat though fried foods had never been really apart of his diet to enjoy them as much as the average individual in the first place. He glanced up from placing another piece of the funnel cake within his mouth as Calliel insisted they had either the water rides or the carnival games to try. An almost contemplative glimpse crossed his features though, he supposed he should bring back Tobias something from the venture that the boy didn't get to attend. "I guess we can check out the games." He responded with a small shrug across his shoulders, brushing the powder sugar off of his fingers. Tetradore helped Calliel collect their plates and the remnants of their lunch, tossing them in the trash as the girl led the way towards those carnival games. For several minutes the pair simply walked through those grounds, looking for the perfect prize to win before Tetradore committed himself to some game with tossing darts at balloons in an attempt to win a large lion that hung in the corner of the stall. The Were-King had little care for the amount of money he shelled out for both of their shared efforts to get the lion, though the man became convinced after their third failed attempt that those balloons were rigged to not break when his final dart kept missing. Nevertheless, with more money spent then the lion was probably worth, and nearly an hour of attempts later, Tetradore was the proud owner of that giant stuffed lion, tucked beneath his arm. Mission accomplished.