"Cheese, pickles, ranch and ketchup please, baby?" Pickles had definitely been one of Danielle's biggest cravings. Luckily she seemed to have avoided any super ones. She had heard tales of women who craved all kinds of things like coal or chalk. Pica, or something, she'd heard it called. Pickles seemed pretty tame in comparison. Even if pickles and ice cream was a little weird.
She watched Bobby and Quinn with a warm smile. She wanted her friends to be happy. And Bobby was a decent guy who wouldn't mess a girl around. He was one of the good ones.
Bobby took a sip of his beer and nodded. "Yeah, we could do that. You wanna go to Golf 'n' Stuff sometime?"