"Thanks." She said, tucking her hands in the back pockets of her jeans when he moved away with the bags. She cut her attention to Faith was pleased that what she'd picked out was what the other woman liked. There were some brands and flavors you could never go wrong with, in Andrea's opinion. Still, there was always the chance that she had grabbed the wrong thing.
Andrea also walked over to the bags and pulled out a tiny container of olives. Yes, olives. She was a big fan of potato chips, she loved chips and dip, and she loves olives as a snack food. They were salty and tasty. When Faith gestured for her to sit down, she tucked one of her legs under her and popped a pitless olive into her mouth. She didn't mind the pits. But she didn't think that trying to throw them into someone's garbage can like they were very miniature basketballs on her first day over was very polite. And she could be polite. "I rented all kinds of movies in one of the bags too." She popped in another one. "If you're interested."