It was almost comical seeing Beau unfold his long legs from the seat, like watching a clown somehow uncurl himself from those tiny cars. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had no trouble hopping out of the seat. "You know me so well, Beau. Let's find the greasiest, unhealthiest food we can and wash it down with some beer."
She didn't have to look at him to know he was giving one of his disapproving glances. By now, Elizabeth was used to it and was able to shrug it off with ease. "C'mon. A couple thousand calories isn't going to hurt anyone. We'll just run it off later."