Jean laughs softly when she looks up at him with her big pleading eyes. Not at her, but enjoying the fact that she asks.
"Of course I got you extra fries," he promises; he shifts his arms to wrap them around her waist and thighs, pulling her up from the couch and over the back of it, then setting her down facing the bags of food. He likes showing off like this; he spent his early years as a (in his own words) fat kid, then an extremely skinny one. The fact that he can lift his girlfriend around now because he can put on muscle is nice.
"And I got you ribs, too, and a shake." The ribs are absolutely all for her, as are the fries. She'll still eat a little bit of everything that they got, and he'll make sure there's enough left over for their two other friends to stick in the fridge. Sasha would be fine to eat out of the containers, but Jean is still his mother's kid; that is, he walks to get a plate, knife and fork for his meal.
me who barely eats barbecue: i'm not listing the sides i'll fuck it up somehow
"Of course I got you extra fries," he promises; he shifts his arms to wrap them around her waist and thighs, pulling her up from the couch and over the back of it, then setting her down facing the bags of food. He likes showing off like this; he spent his early years as a (in his own words) fat kid, then an extremely skinny one. The fact that he can lift his girlfriend around now because he can put on muscle is nice.
"And I got you ribs, too, and a shake." The ribs are absolutely all for her, as are the fries. She'll still eat a little bit of everything that they got, and he'll make sure there's enough left over for their two other friends to stick in the fridge. Sasha would be fine to eat out of the containers, but Jean is still his mother's kid; that is, he walks to get a plate, knife and fork for his meal.