With a little twirl of the mustard and catsup, neither spilling a drop, she placed each squirt bottle with in reach in front of the fries, and added the jar of pickles. "Pitty I was kinda hoping for another Steve, you would have been perfect naughty Steve." She replied with a broad grin. "And yes, Steve and Pocket Steve are both friends of mine."
Turning to John. "And you're the flatterer that thinks I'm capable of being the leader of this place."