"Shaddup. If left alone, I would be dangerous. Ice everywhere!" Bobby laughed and rolled his eyes at Pete. "World peace, huh? I don't think it's worth it." He stuck his tongue out, a bit of the breadstick coming out as well. Once he caught it in his peripheral, Bobby brought his tongue back in and swallowed. Once he was sure that his tongue was clear, he stuck it back out.
Taking the root beer, Bobby's hand chilled it a bit more before he opened it. The foam on top made him duck his head down and drink up the carbonation. "It's a local joint, you kidding me? A place called Little Caesar's. God, this is like heaven in my tummy." Bobby rubbed his belly and then moved to sit beside Pete on the bed.
He bounced a bit and then said pointedly, "So you fixed the frame?"