Heather ordered a couple of sandwiches (no tuna!), with some tea to go. And some of the homemade chips, and a pickle or two. Just incase. All packed into a borrowed cooler, with promises, upon her father's grave, that she'd bring it back in the same condition she borrowed it in.
"Alright, handsome, let's go." She turned and faced him with a smile, once their food stuffs was passed across the counter.