[Festivals are beautiful, wonderful things that Thida has come to love very much. The thrum of activity, the music, the colors, the abundance of cheap and tasty food...of course she's hitting up the stalls with great enthusiasm. Sweet pastries filled with red bean and shaped like Slowpoke faces are on the menu, and she initially only orders one, but...]
Uh...um...
[Just before the stall runner hands her the pastry she's already paid for, it disappears, and he's going through the exact same motions to make one again, seemingly ignorant of how much Thida looks up, down, and around the stall to find out where these pastries are disappearing to.]
What's...how...?
[Some weird time anomaly shit going on up at the Slowpoke taiyaki stand]
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Uh...um...
[Just before the stall runner hands her the pastry she's already paid for, it disappears, and he's going through the exact same motions to make one again, seemingly ignorant of how much Thida looks up, down, and around the stall to find out where these pastries are disappearing to.]
What's...how...?
[Some weird time anomaly shit going on up at the Slowpoke taiyaki stand]