Good timing, too, looks like it's getting packed. Which means the food lines will be long...but that's what the VIP pass is for.

[he heads over to the table and they nab it—score! not a bad spot, too, and it has an umbrella so they can at least have some shade. he sets his bag down and starts digging through it to try and hunt for his wallet.]

So what was it you wanted again? Hot dog and a fruit slushie? And do you want anything in particular on them or just want me to choose?

[worst choice, don't let him do that.]