“Told you,” Robbie said smugly as he opened the app. “So, Finn, burger?”
“Well, if Sawyer isn’t sharing… crispy chicken without the bun and extra-large fries.”
Robbie dropped his phone and lifted his head enough to look at Finn. “Pardon?”
“What?”
Robbie looked at Sawyer, who was making a face back.Are you hearing this?Robbie asked, and Sawyer’s horror-twisted expression very clearly said,Yes I am, and I can’t believe it either.
“Do you have something against chicken sandwiches?” Finn asked.
“You want a chicken sandwich without the bun?”
“Yeah?”
“But extra fries?” Sawyer clarified.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you just get chicken nuggets?” Sawyer looked as appalled as anyone who loved chicken nuggets could look.
“Because I want a crispy chicken?”
“A crispy chicken without a bun is basically just nuggets!”
“No, it’s acrispy chicken, without a bun.”
Robbie thought about the order, and to each their own, but…. “It’s gonna show up in the box all sad.”
“Are you seriously judgingmyfood choices right now, Mr. Donut Dipped in Orange Juice?” Finn glared at Robbie around his bag of peas. “I’m saving my carbs for fried potato. Sue me.”
And okay, sure, Finn had a point, but… “It’s McDonald’s.”
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s… McDonald’s,” Robbie said again, flummoxed.
“McDonald’s is about junk food,” Sawyer agreed. “Who cares how many carbs it has?”
“Oh my God,” Finn huffed. “What are you, the food police? I got used to eating this way when training, okay? Now it’s weird with the bun.”
“I don’t know what to say to you right now,” Robbie admitted.
Sawyer snorted. “You’re the one who fell in love with him.”
The kid had a point. Robbie slumped back onto the carpet. “It’s too late to go back now. I’ll just have to reconcile myself to being with a man who eats bunless chicken sandwiches.”
“Just order my crispy chicken, you drama queen.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Robbie saluted from his prone position and put in Finn’s order and his own burger and fries, then topped it off with two milkshakes. He was pretty sure he knew what Finn would like, but he’d probably be happy with the vanilla if Robbie was wrong.
Then he said yes to delivery, because fuck getting off the carpet. Of course, he had to shift his ass when the delivery driver rang the bell, but you couldn’t have everything in life.
By the time he returned to the living room, balancing the large bag of food and the drinks tray, Sawyer and Finn had fetched plates and cutlery.
“Wow, look at you two civilized gentlemen.”
Finn shrugged. “I pointed out that plates would make it easier for Sawyer to balance several foods at once.”
