Three boys walk up to me dressed like pilgrims "This is our booth."

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" I look between them, speaking flatly

"We’re pilgrims." His face fills with offense

"Potato, po-tah-to."

"We work at Pilgrim World." Another adds angrily

"It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide."

"My dad owns Pilgrim World." One grumbles "Who you calling stupid?"

"If the buckled shoe fits." I say with the smallest smirk, looking up from the pamphlet