"Wendy's it is!" Gatsby called from the small storage room, shuffling through what sounded like a load of paper bags and reemerging with his arms full of the chicken strips and fries from Wendy's and a Whopper and onion rings from Burger King.
"Now obviously you can't have these fries without a Frosty, but. There's no freezer back here." He made an apologetic face before handing over the Wendy's goods to Jack, and then grinning sheepishly. "What? I can't cook!" He shrugged nonchalantly.