"Yeah, and maybe we can pick up some food while we're there. I didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning," Anita said, completely in agreeing with the idea of going to the food court. She should have time to pick up some food while still looking for eggs- a woman with her busy life must know how to multitask when needed, after all.
Dylan, however, looked downright appalled. He slowly turned his face to her, eyes wide and eyebrows twisted in the strangest expression.
"You... you eat fast food? That's absolutely disgusting! How can you even- do you know what they-" he sputtered. His distaste for fast food went arm-in-arm with his mysophobia. He knew far too much about the cleanliness of fast food joints and their products, which is why he only trusted food he could meticulously inspect in a clean organic grocery store.
Anita ignored him and rolled here eyes. "I don't have time for your worrying. Food's food. Just focus on those Easter Eggs, Dylan."