French Fries

“I can't decide what to eat,” Jordan complained,

Max trotted out from the kitchen to plop down on the couch near Jordan's feet. Her feet automatically sought out the warmth under his legs.

“Wait until you get a craving or something,” Max advised,

“Pregnant women get cravings,” she replied with a hint of disgust,

“We'd better be careful then,”

Jordan scowled at him.

“Well you'd better decide soon, it's almost time for work,”

Max meant her night shift, she knew. But it made her stomach growl insistently. Jordan actually knew what she wanted to eat. She just knew she couldn't get it tonight. What Jordan wanted were the fries from M.R.C. But that was not something she would freely admit. The fries from M.R.C were the typical frozen, mass packaged ones. Everyone else thought they had too much potato and not enough crunch.

“You know what I would kill for right now?” Max glanced sidelong at her,

No, Jordan eyed him warily,

“Those fries from M.R.C.” Max sighed, “Everyone else hated them,”

Jordan nearly jumped him right there,

“What? You liked them too?!” Max read the gleam in her eyes, “You've been sitting on that secret for how long?”

Shut up, Jordan smiled, “I didn't want to repeat Matt and Lucien's tater tot fiasco from last week,”


Prompt for 5/11 "Would it taste as good now as it did then?" Which I'm pretty sure was given last week...