"Yes!" Lisa played with Mick's hair, rubbing it where it was hard because of the gel, because that was always fun to do. "And I want to have pizza and burgers and Chinese and wings and ice cream and cake and cookies and chocolate and what do you want, Mickey?"

Leonard had handed over some money and was already walking back to them, nodding to the door. "We can go. You tired, Lis?"

"Nuh-uh!"