Like with any festival, there are bound to be hungry people looking for something to eat, and of course, Medieval World has a wide variety of things to help satisfy their customers. While there are turkey legs and pork pockets a-plenty, of course, there's also some other highly portable foods for the discerning faire-goer to enjoy - namely, food on a stick. There was Steak on a Stake, Cheesecake on a Stick, caramel apples...basically, if some enterprising soul could come up with a way to plant a stick in something to eat, it was there for you to buy.

For once it's the sight of the costumes that have brought Jamie here - he can't remember the last time he's seen so many kilts about, even if most of them seem to be someone's more modern idea of a kilt without any distinctive clan tartan to speak of. And while a good chunk of the people wearing them seem to be inhabiting the pub next door, there's a few in line at a stand which is serving food that smells...well, exactly what he remembers a good chunk of his meals back home in Scotland smelling like. Neeps and tatties, and the unmistakable smell of meat, oats, onions, spices and a few other things simmered together in stock. What isn't familiar, though, is how it's served, and once he gets to the front of the line, Jamie boggles at the server.

"Ye must be having me on. Ye can't possibly have thought of a way to get haggis on a stick!"