Hardison walked up to Parker and tugged on her jacket. "Have you seen him? I lost him somewhere over in the Italian section." Parker shook her head. "I don't even hear him on comms," she said.
She switched her overloaded tote bag to her other hand and shaded her eyes so she could scan the crowd. When she looked past the Harmonious Tea Company booth, she suddenly stiffened and pointed. "Hardison, is that...?" Hardison's eyes widened as he follow the direction of her finger. He started making his way quickly across the exhibit hall floor, quickly dodging other food show attendees. Parker dashed along in his wake.
They stopped at the edge of the crowd that had formed in front of the All-American Snack Time booth, where Eliot was currently holding court. "Now, at any other time, this would be a sub par addition to any snack plate." He held up what looked like a Vienna sausage and made a face before dropping it into a heated pan. "But add the right ingredients," more things dropped into the pan with a satisfying sizzle before being tossed around. "And no one will ever know that you started with one of these things that dares call itself a sausage in the first place." He finished tossing then plated up the finished product before staring balefully at the audience. "Are you writing this down?" Suddenly, there was a flurry of scribbling on exhibit materials as the watchers did just that.
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She switched her overloaded tote bag to her other hand and shaded her eyes so she could scan the crowd. When she looked past the Harmonious Tea Company booth, she suddenly stiffened and pointed. "Hardison, is that...?" Hardison's eyes widened as he follow the direction of her finger. He started making his way quickly across the exhibit hall floor, quickly dodging other food show attendees. Parker dashed along in his wake.
They stopped at the edge of the crowd that had formed in front of the All-American Snack Time booth, where Eliot was currently holding court. "Now, at any other time, this would be a sub par addition to any snack plate." He held up what looked like a Vienna sausage and made a face before dropping it into a heated pan. "But add the right ingredients," more things dropped into the pan with a satisfying sizzle before being tossed around. "And no one will ever know that you started with one of these things that dares call itself a sausage in the first place." He finished tossing then plated up the finished product before staring balefully at the audience. "Are you writing this down?" Suddenly, there was a flurry of scribbling on exhibit materials as the watchers did just that.