"You keep up that biting and it's gonna. And I'm gonna break out a massage candle." Edwin followed the waving of the bag, eventually able to grab a couple chips without taking the bag. He tilted his head, because leaning his body against Oliver wasn't enough, and let out a pleased grunt when the salty chip was everything he wanted it to be.
Or, at least for a minute it was. The more Oliver spoke about other foods, the more he wanted anything else. "Hash browns sound amazing. You need to stop that." He gave Oliver's leg a little pat. "Oh my god, you know what I would kill for right now? Take-out. Just some shitty lo-mein straight out of the box? I fucking want that. I miss bad Chinese."