Thoroughly cloaked, the Sphere sets down a safe distance away from the fairgrounds. It's easy enough to figure out places to slip into the crowds and busy walking paths.
"Alright ladies," Riley spoke up, "--we've got 62 foreign nations, forty-three of the forty-five states, and three time travellers in attendance. The 1904 Summer Olympics, concession stands, music, and... some less p.c. items." He coughed, flipping past the notes about the 'exotic' foreigners on display in some areas. "The fair is our oyster. Supposedly it'd take a full week to give everything on the grounds a hurried glance, so if you see extras of us anywhere, it just means Cindy decided we had to loop a few times. Ignore them."
He checks his watch. "Who wants a burger?"
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