"Yeah an' dis Top 40 shit's so deep," he quipped, rolling his eyes at her and then allowing her her control over the dial.
Once they were moving through the temporary gates and into the field that had been transformed for the weekend into a carnival, he looked at her in disbelief. "A fried what?" he asked in horror. "Ya cain't pronounce one thing in a Twinkie an' you wanna dunk it in hot grease an' eat it? How de hell you still skinny?" He knew, of course; they ran several miles a day as part of their fitness regimen, and generally they ate fairly well. Elizabeth did have much more of a stomach for junk food than he did, though.