"Sophie?"
"Mhmpf…"
"Are you really sure this was a good idea?"
"I'm hungry, ok."
"Yes sheep, but you look like you're going to fall asleep and with your face on your fries."
"Fuck yeah, who doesn't want to sleep with food in their face. I'll tell you, this is how I wanna leave this earth."
She put her chicken nugget down and revealed an imaginary headline over her head:
"Irish woman found dead with five slices of potato pizza in her mouth."
Benny laughed and Sophie snickered as well. It was 2 am and they were almost alone in the McDonalds; only the staff and another man were still around.
"The only more Irish way to go would be to get an alcohol poisoning from Whisky or choking on too much Guinness at once."
The New Zealander chuckled lightly before leaning in to her:
"Is it mean if I'd say that's how I imagine your brother to go?"
An ugly snort came from her lips since that comment had caught her off guard while chewing on a nugget.
After half choking, half laughing for a solid minute, she whispered:
"No Kiwi, that's not mean. That is exactly how that tosser would blow his own lights out. Jesus Christ, the pictures in my head, I can't."
He ruffled through her hair:
"Goodies then."