"It does," she agrees, turning with them and moving through the crowd toward the brightly colored stall. The passersby move to make way from them, a few glancing curiously, though Hera doesn't notice any more attention than that.

As they get closer, Hera gets a clear view of what's in the hanging large glass globes, as the small kernels contained in them rattle and pop in the heat. She's about to point this out to the girls, when she notices the sign above the stall -

"Prisma-Color Bang-Kernels."

That's... a name for it.