It's a practiced maneuver at this point. Follow along with Mom and Dad, do everything they say, stay quiet when he's not being spoken to and politely introduce himself when he's brought up in conversation. Then they start to discuss candidates, and they're really only repeating what the popular right-wing blogs say, and it's completely pointless BS and Angus finds it's all too easy, then, to wander off.

His parents may make it seem otherwise, but with any large gathering of people, there are points of interest to be found. Leads to follow. Stories to be told. His typical fare is cops and crime, and the Republican National Convention is a far cry from that (though not as far as you'd think), but he definitely still writes politics on occasion.

But a politician isn't the first thing to catch Angus' attention. It's someone a bit more novel than that.

A man, not much taller than Angus, in a medical mask, selling hot dogs at a stand. God, those aren't meat, are they? They can't be. He doesn't exactly look like the type of person that'd be allowed to handle food in the modern age, and food stands aren't exactly popular anymore. Angus doesn't remember before the Rising, wasn't alive for it, so everything about this hot dog man is intriguing.

He walks right up to the stand and inspects it curiously. "How much for a hot dog, sir?" he asks, to start.