Miles | Peter B
"Yeah, why not?" Miles didn't seem to understand the problem with that, shrugging and smiling. "It's what you do for pizza supplies, right?"
Miles was trying to simplify things while he was here. After all, it was complicated enough surviving in a place like Starklandia, away from home and school and everything. He couldn't believe it, he was even missing school at this point. The side-gigs helped, but they weren't exactly normal for a kid like him. You know what was normal, though? French fries.
McDonald's was normal. "Big Macs." He added. "We also need Big Macs." Yup, Peter wasn't asking for much at all.