Winter's Mate: Fated on Ice
"Cotton candy, I want cotton candy."
I looked over to where she was pointing, and sure enough, there was a vendor selling cotton candy, and I stood up before offering her my hand. "Let's go get you some cotton candy then, sweetheart."
We walked over to the vendor, and Rosie ordered the largest size they had, insisting very specifically that it be filled "to the brim" when it was handed to her; she took a bite. "So good," she mumbled around the cotton candy. “I love—”