"Good, fine. Now if you ever get sick, I can blame it on George and how he's a tyrant for making you wear such minuscule shorts during winter," Fred said, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly. He made sure to keep the rest of his pretzels close as he eyed her.
Mandy sighed exasperatedly, "Why is it that Terry and I can't just be friends? I spend some time with him and now we have to speak about dating?"
"She's used to avoiding these questions straight on, isn't she?" Fred said to Serena, his beloved salt snack sticking out of his mouth like a cigarette.