"I only have money for one, so Fritos or Bugles?"
Greg considered his two options with the intensity of an action movie character deciding which wire will deactivate the bomb.
"OK, um… like, Fritos taste better, but they’re not very comfortable and the salt gets all over me. But Bugles, now, I can wear like a hat."
"And I can do witch fingers. OK, done."
With Greg perched on my shoulder, we walked towards the counter from the back of the store. He noticed me notice a bag of gummy worms.
"Hey, um, you can get those instead… if you want. I know you like them."
"Are you sure, bub? I thought it might be weird after last time."
"Nah, it’s fine. Go for it, man."
I bought a bag of gummy worms a couple weeks ago. I had left the bag open on the ottoman in the living room, and when I remembered them later, I grabbed the package and shortly after, I found Greg in the bag, wrapped around a few of them and moaning. I… we haven’t talked about it.