"You're a big dork, you know that?" To take the edge off the observation, she reached out and pinched his arm. "But yeah, I mean, he's lived here longer than any of us, so maybe he knows something about these people whose shit was down there, or why they left, or something. We can swing by his apartment when we get back." She paused, thinking.
"Better pick up another sixer, though."
Fiona's face lit up when she spotted her quarry, and she snatched the bag off the shelf as though it would try to escape her. Once she'd tossed it in the cart, she looked over at Max and grabbed a bag of Kettle Chips.
"I don't know what flavor you like, but I don't keep barbecue chips in my apartment. So if you don't want plain, speak now, or forever hold your piece."