Mandy stuck her tongue out at him and threw a chip at his head. "You're clearly mental if you don't like chips," she said, settling back in next to him, setting the bag on her lap and taking her beer from him. "Well, I suppose it's just more for me." She stared at the bag and realized she'd probably eat the whole lot in one sitting, as usual. Oh well. Taking a sip of her ale, she leaned back, stretching out.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head, popping another chip into her mouth. "Having any sort of respect for Manchester is a bit of sin in my family." She didn't talk about her family much but there'd been a few happy times. Mostly with her grandfather and before her father had decided to take the illegal route. She let out a sad, small sigh. "I'm pretty certain I'd be written off if he was still alive."