"It must have been George," Fred said, straight faced. Not like he was a leg-man of any sort or such... "Oi!" he called out as she wrestled him for his hand-picked pretzels. His bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly as she managed to snatch a few away and retort back.
"What do I plan to do about what?" the blonde questioned, albeit stubbornly as she sat cross-legged on the floor, huddled over her cup.