Close to midnight now. Z is hungry and eyes me enviously as I lick mayo from my fingers. Also, I do not hesitate intelling her that the chicken wrap I just finished was yummy.
Z looks sad.
'Why don't you get something to eat?', me being concerned, but not really.
'I won't get anything to eat now.' Z being smart. Seldom happens.
'Mc Donalds will be open.'
'Yeah'..she brightens up. 'They'll have their Happy Hours.'
'Happy Meals', I correct.
She shrugs and walks off.
Tsk! Tsk! and all that...but I'm lovin' it.