"Well, it's nice to meet you officially, Rhiannon," Wyn said, with a polite smile. "So I'm assuming you're the 'Rhia' I've been hearing about around school. Not in a bad way or anythin', but ya know, your name and stuff. At least, I'm hopin' that's your nickname and I haven't made myself look like a snoop."
A total lie. Wyn was most definitely a "snoop." She'd been a snoop her whole life, honestly--always "overhearing" her parents' conversations, or her sisters gossiping with their friends. It was a rather unpleasant habit, but it was a habit nonetheless.
Wyn listened to Rhia's theory and nodded her head. "That's quite possible. But what if they're charmed to not melt? Or so that the fried part becomes part of the frog and isn't just like an unmovable layer?" The blonde turned around to watch as people failed multiple games all over the carnival. "I have to agree with you on that--this place reeks of scams."
She gazed ahead at the sign above the stand, squinting at it. "It really is...odd. Why would someone want something that sounds so...bleh, ya know? It all just seems so gross." Wyn shuddered visibly, somewhat brokenhearted that some of her money was going to this, but her curiosity needed to be satisfied.