Fred raised a questionable brow, his face alight with confusion, "Sexist? Since when?" he popped another pretzel in his mouth and clutched his harvested pile close to his chest. Lifting the large, blue bowl upwards he arched it in her direction, "I'm sure there's still some in there..maybe," he offered.
Mandy fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead, stared wide-eyed back at Serena, as if by now she had no clue, "Oh? Who are you dreaming about?"