King chuckled. "I agreed, don't have to keep laying it on." He teased her. Tilting his head to the side Hannibal kissed the top of her head. "Love you too, baby."
Looking up and down the street he tried to decide what sounded better. Fried chicken or hamburgers.
"Chicken." He tugged on her hand and pulled her towards the shack of all things greasy and deep fried.