SNAPE - MCDONALDS
Let's just get one thing straight: McDonald's was not fit for human consumption. Generally. But today Neal wanted those terrible-for-you nugget things, mostly because the sweet and sour sauce was like crack - or it had crack in it, knowing McDonald's, that wouldn't be too much of a stretch. He opted to go inside the place as opposed to the drive-through, and it was one of the restaurants with a playground for kiddos - apparently the ball pits weren't sanitary anymore but there were still plastic doo-dad's for them to monkey around on.
He ordered the nuggets and a Dr. Pepper (yep, really going to be regretting this later) but as he was about to leave the restaurant he spotted a toddler monkey at 3:00 take a dive off one of the plastic things, not at Olympic caliber dismount status yet, and scrunch her face up to cry.
No one could let a little kid sob her heart out in Mickey D's! "Hey, hey, it's okay," he helped the girl up, juggling his sorry excuse for food in its bag, and asked, "Where are your parents?"
She pointed toward the guy bottle feeding the baby, and wow, he looked like he was having a rough week. Neal brought her over, with the crumb-gobbler clinging to his hand, and he delivered the sniffly package. "She fell on one of those playground things, but she's alright...just wanted to deliver her to the right place."