"What's that smell?" Christina asked with a frown, nose wrinkling up at the heavy, greasy odor.
"McD's... wanna fry?" and George thrust the brown paper bag towards her. She reached in and pulled out a burger, taking a bite into it before grabbing the entire bag and offering it to Meredith, ignoring George's cry of protest.
"Want some?"
Meredith gave the bag an odd look before standing and almost-shouting, "No! No McDreamy, noMcSteamy, no McVet and no McDonalds!"
And with that small but impassioned speech completed she was off, locker room door slamming shut behind her.
George spent a moment with his mouth agape, "What was that?"
Christina shrugged, rifling through his food rather than looking up at him, "Oh, just Meredith, you know her. Some kind of McProblem."
"Should we do something? Go after her? Aren't you her person or whatever?"
"Nah, she's okay. Just needs some McTequila or something," Christina finished the rest of George's meal before offering him the take-out bag again, "Fry?"
This was written quite a while ago and was originally part of a series of independent chapters that I've broken apart; I wasn't very pleased with the way it came together last run. Hope that you liked it; I know it's short. Ciao Moksgmol.