#FOR THE RECORD I DO NOT SAY MELK 😩

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I’ve been missing home lately and reading Midwestern AU is so comforting. I’m a suburban gal but grew up midwestern enough that my best friend said “melk” instead of milk and we ran around her grandma’s fields barefoot picking through the leftover pumpkins come Halloween.

I was telling a coworker the other day about our local Cornfest- how there’d be a Giant tub of boiled corn and back in the day it was Free! You’d get in line, and they’d shuck your ear (leaving the husk as a handle of course) and then proceed to Dunk it in a vat of Butter. 🤤 🤤 oh my gosh I want some boiled sweet corn so bad I could cry.

What’s Lexa’s favorite fest/fair around town? And what’s it like when she shares it with Clarke the first time?

Melk.

The way Lexa would hang her head in shame 😔

ANYWAYYY Lexa's favorite fairs would have to be the bigger state and county fairs. I mean the state fair kinda sucks but it's a right of passage and this can't be missed. I mean where the hell else are you supposed to eat a fried twinkie, deep fried pork chop sandwich, foot long corndog, potato tornado, and a lemonade shakeup all in under an hour??? (Note to Clarke for next year. Do not immediately follow it up with a frolicking turn on the tilt-a-whirl.) Of course there's the sweet corn festivals where, honestly, it's impressive that someone as tiny as Lexa can manage to mow through so many cobs in one sitting. "Corn's a way of life here, love." And can't forget a trip to see the yearly winner of the Butter Cow exhibit. Taking an, albiet quick, stroll through the livestock pavilions so her city girl can make friends with a few pigs and pat some horses. Maybe get her sneaker bit by a goat just for good measure. "It's part of the experience, babe. You'll get used to it 😌."

Now, her favorite autumn festivals would definitely be more of the nature variety. She is a fanatic about riding around the backwoods country side to get to the best apple picking spots, the pumpkin patches that let you walk through the rows for hours with your little pull wagon until you pick the perfect ones for Jack-o-lanterns. She's like a kid taking Clarke around to all the orchids around them and letting her smell the scent of the earth in Fall.

And oh. Oh. When Halloween time rolls around? Saddling Clarke up for hay rack rides and haunted mazes, taking her to the big events like Fright Fest and Terror on the Square (it helps that Lexa of course knows everyone who volunteers, because of course she does) and walking her around while they'r booth dressed up in costumes. It's all the best parts of living where they do. It's probably not all that impressive to anyone but the people who live there, but it's what she loves and dammit it's all tradition 😤