“Of course not.” His gaze slide to the crowd, then to the stage and statue. Everyone has been perfectly nice so far, and the cultists were eating the snacks as well, but that didn’t mean anything. Didn’t what happen to that poor guy prove these guys were insane?

“I only came ‘cause lots of other people said they’re going. And the alien.” He looks back at the full mustard jar. “You’re being really obvious. What if you offend them by not eating? You should tell him you don’t like this brand or something.”