Right near the entrance to the amusement park is a very, very big roller coaster, with a loop that swings all its dangling passengers around at sixty miles an hour right over the entering guests. They scream. (The riders, not the entering guests. Yet.)
Elspeth is carrying Harley on her shoulders, and buys them tickets.
The big one with all the screaming people is called "Scylla".
Elspeth pronounces it for him. "It's the name of a monster from an old Greek myth," she then adds in sign language, as there are a lot of people talking around here and it's kind of loud.
The line isn't that long. They get seats, Harley gets a booster thing and the restraints adjusted for five-year-old size, and they're off like a rocket and around the first loop.
"I thought you'd like that," says Elspeth, when they get out of the coaster.
There are six more decent-sized coasters in this park. They can ride them all.
Elspeth laughs and buys him a puff of cotton candy. She has a few bites herself, enough to get it down to remotely reasonable size for one little boy.
"You're getting stickiness on me," Elspeth points out.
"We're out in public," she points out. "I can only fix it if no one's looking."
"Nope," says Elspeth. "Now we're going to wait here by this tree until no one's looking, and after that, we can go back into the denser part of the crowd to the next roller coaster."
This takes a minute, but Elspeth's got sharp eyes; she can tell when everyone has looked away, and she wishes all the relevant sticky away and then picks Harley up.