"Well at least you got rid of them." He said after staring at her with a look of obvious disapproval at the thought of her stunting the growth of their fetus in anyway, or worse. "I've been smokin' for two lately anyways. You just leave that habit to me, will ya?"
He sipped his beer and thought a while before shrugging and saying simply, "There's Wendy's, Chik-Fil-a, Pop-eyes, wendy's, KFC, Church's, and Boston Market. You're choice...I don't think theres anymore than that unless we're going out to eat, and you know? I'm beat and just don't want to go out." His hand hurt too much, and he wore it like a badge of shame; It wasn't like he was about to flaunt it all about town, in time he'd go out again. "I'm not really partial to any of them but you said chicken, so that's what I got."