She stopped and gave him quite a significant look. “McDonald's?” She asked in disbelief. “I want food not dysentery quick tabs. “If we get food after at all we're going for wings.” Taweret made sure Thor was looking at her. Food was serious business. He knew that. She knew that.
You didn't fuck around with food.
“Fucking, wings. You hear me. Wings and booze. And more wings.”