The food smells amazing as they sit and Molly grabbed the bag, handing out the food. She pulled out a french fry, steam rising in the cold air as she bit into it, smiling at Will as he set about opening his wrappers. The moment was perfect and Molly enjoyed it's simplicity. Sitting in the cold, eating hot food, pressed close together. The food itself was glorious. Not that the restaurant wouldn't have been, but there was something more honest about this.

They ate in silence for a while before Molly sighed happily. "I have more questions if you don't mind talking and eating?"