"Hey Sarah?"
"What?"
"Remember when we were first graders, at the talent show?" I ask.
"What about it?"
"Remember when I was a magician, and I called you up from the audience?"
"Yes." Sarah says slowly.
"Remember the part when I held my finger and thumb together, and I said, 'now you can't talk.' And you actually believed me?" I say, giggling.
"Oh, shut up." Sarah says waving her hands.
"I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry." I hint.
"Fine." Sarah says with a mock smile on her face. "I'll bite. There's chips, crackers-"
"Wouldn't those be the same thing?" I interrupt.
"Would YOU call chips crackers?" Sarah asks.
"No. Chips are WAY cooler." I say. "And they have better flavour."
"Well, CHIPEE, do you want to hear the rest of the food options? Or would you like to hear somethin' worse?" Sarah threatens.
"Umm..." I say, tapping my chin, "the food sounds better right now, but maybe another time for the, 'something worse.'" I say.
"Your impossible." Sarah laughs. "Maybe I should take you too my grandmothers'. I'm sure you two would have fun bossing around her butlers and maids."
Then it went quiet for a minute. We were both thinking the same thing- IF we get out.
"Well, there's still more food, so chips, crackers-" Sarah says, giving me a side look and smile, "and Oreos-"
"ILL TAKE THE OREOS!!!!!!" I say - no - shout. Who cares about staying slim? You only live once! With wide eyes, I grab the Oreos, hug them, and open the package. But, before I take a bit, I ask Sarah,
"Do we have milk?"
