Well, she's right there. He's following for no other reason than it just seems like the thing to do, hands stuffed in his pockets and everything. The rich, sugary smells and blurred neon blazes of this entire other world humming by are still overwhelming, but he compensates by fixating solely on Mae and her description of how funnel cakes are made.

"Do they grind up Oreos for that, or what?" He has no clue how this works. "Why would you deep fry one, anyway?"

Unfortunately, he's rather certain that he already knows the answer to that one. He's lived in Alabama for his entire life. People deep fry anything, given the chance.