Remind me why we're buying snackoos and making them from scratch again?

[He can't help but quip even as he forces himself off the bench with a long-suffering sigh. She's doing this just to mess with him, he knows it.

The picture and the rest of the information gets tucked safely back into the folder. Feeling a flash of mischief, Apollo taps the brim of her hat, making it slide down to cover her eyes.]

Hey, I promised to treat you, didn't I? Let's stop by some place near the market after we get those snackoos.