"How about I order two orders of fries, and give you half of one?" It was a spectacular idea, really. Luna couldn't ever finish all her fries, Barry could finish more than his share of fries. It was the perfect solution. ...if Luna didn't mind splitting fries with a total stranger, that is.
Barry hadn't thought of that.
"Almost two years," he said. "In April it will have been two years. What about you?" He didn't usually keep track of his time in Madison Valley, but two years seemed like a big deal. Kind of.