She wanted to tell him that it wasn't really all that important at all, but she stopped herself. She couldn't go around saying mean things about her boyfriend - who was a good guy, really, truly, honestly - to her ex-boyfriend!
"Sure, thanks," she said, taking one. "Poor Madeline," she laughed. "Does she have to cater to you often?"
Her skin was crawling, however, at the thought of Benson taking some other girl on a picnic. They wouldn't have it here, would they? Because this was their spot.
Wait, I don't care. We don't have a 'spot'. We don't have anything together anymore.