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EngCze: Cotton Candy

There was a carnival in town, and Arthur decided to take his girlfriend. As he and Clara wandered around, he was sure that it was in fact the right choice. The sight of the look of joy on her face was the greatest privilege he could have hoped for.

They were looking for a ride when Clara suddenly stopped. Artur turned to regard her, and he noticed that she was staring at something. He followed her gaze and arched an eyebrow.

"Cotton candy?" he asked. "Do you want some?"

She jumped, turning to him with red cheeks. She averted her gaze and nodded. Arthur smiled, before he went to buy some for both of them. They then moved to eat it on a bench.

"Why did you seem so embarrassed?" Arthur asked.

"Well…" Clara said as she broke off a piece and popped it into her mouth. "I was afraid you'd think me childish to want something like this."

"Now, why would you think that? It's not only children that would enjoy something like this. So, are you in the mood for a toffee apple too?"

Clara burst out laughing, before shaking her head.

"Sorry, but I don't like those," she said, popping another piece of the cotton candy in her mouth. "You know, in Czech, this is called cukrová vata. It means 'sugar wool'."

Arthur frowned, but then he thought of the words 'cotton candy' and 'candy floss'. And he couldn't complain. He chuckled.

"And now you've got me curious," he said. "I want to see what it's called in other languages."

She giggled.

"You can do it when we're finished here," she said. "For now, you're here with me."

Arthur smiled.

"Indeed," he agreed.

For some reason, I've been craving cotton candy recently. I got some yesterday, so at least it's partially fulfilled. Black cherry is actually a pretty yummy flavour.

It's also fascinating to see what different languages call cotton candy. In Afrikaans, we call it 'spookasem', which means 'ghost breath'. I think it's because of its nature to practically disappear in your mouth, like a ghost.

I'm also not a fan of toffee apples, though I've made them in the past.