“Uhmmmm. I want two four by fours and three orders of animal style fries.” He answered. Jeez she was so eager to be going to In-N-Out just a second ago, what was her problem now? “I can get us a table. But you don’t seem really that eager to get food now. Utah In-N-Out is the same as California In-N-Out you know.
They even have peppers here.”
Alison waved her hand dismissively, she could get a bus there, hell, it wasn’t that far … or it might have been, she was never really an A+ Geography student. “That’s a lot of food, are you sure you can eat it all? Like seriously, is there a family of seven living in your stomach or something?” Alison grinned lightly, trying to brighten up the conversation before it went further south. “Fine, fine, just get a table–preferably one that’s void of bird crap–” She paused at the mention of peppers, wasn’t In-N-Out supposed to be the most unhealthy thing that one could consume, “Peppers?” She questioned with a raised brow, “Why on earth would they sell Peppers’?”
