"Come on Nyx, you've never had great Goblin Street food like this." I say.

"Goodfellow, I have told you; I do not travel much so no." Nyx gives a smirk.

"I told you after we fought our world class enemies, I would show you the world and the first stop is this place- Goblin Gore Market." I wave my hand.

"What kind of name is that?" Nyx raises an eyebrow.

"The Goblin's aren't keen with naming, I speak from experience." I shrug.

I've been here many times before. I'm pretty sure some street vendor named a greenish, reddish donut after me. The Goodfellow Crisp. I've stolen quite a few. They were pretty good. The Goblin Gore market had no such truth, but after showing the world what the Iron Fey are truly like, we were getting much less glares, and of course, she was with me.

"I must admit, there are a lot of options around." Nyx says.

"Smell that grub! Or it could be blood." I chuckle. 

"I do not know if I should trust your food recommendations Goodfellow." Nyx says.

"Oh, come on, nobodies been around the world as much as I have." I smile.

I walk to a stall and pick two skewers of barbecued something or other. I choose mystery flavors. The Goblin barfs sparkles and I nod. It doesn't matter what it is. That would spoil all the fun. She takes it wittingly.

"Cheers love." I pop it into the mouth.

"That's interesting." Nyx says chewing it.

"Incredibly fun right?" I ask.

"Sort of." Nyx shrugs and turns.