The turkey leg is pretty much the quintessential concession of Renaissance festivals, amirite?
TRANSCRIPTION COURTESY OF JOSEPH HOUK - (CW, internally torn, to herself) Do I tell him about Joan and my time-traveling? What if he's attracted to her after he learns the truth? What if the time-space crap unravels... This really SUCKS. (PW) "Cassie? You look like you've seen a ghost!" (CW) "Philip... I think it'd be best right now if we... Didn't see each other for a while." (PW, confused as anything) "But..." (CW, crying as she walks away) "I... I'm so sorry... (covering her eyes, crying as she nearly runs away) –Sniff- (Renfaire Gentleman) "I say, m'lady, wouldst thee desire a turkey leg?" (CW, forcefully) "SHOVE IT UP THINE ARSE."