“Some chocolate chip ice cream, a thing of brownie bites, rice crispy treats, chocolate-covered pretzels, a two-liter of Sprite, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, some cheap leftover Valentine’s Day candy, and two bags of sweet-and-spicy barbecue chips plucked straight from my pantry.” I gasp. “You’re sharing your chips with me?” He grins. “I’m sharing my chips with you, Wednesday.” “All right, fine. You can stay.”
