What do you say to a hotdog? [ Ice cream was the obvious choice, but the hotdog vender on the corner is the one he spots first, serving a few older (likely truant) teens. Dick eyes his bored expression, following his eyes down to the relish as he slops it messily onto the waiting girl’s bun. Not likely to make a fuss over two kids out of class, a few blocks away from a school. ]
Come on, I’ll treat you. Then you can tell me all about your problem.
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Come on, I’ll treat you. Then you can tell me all about your problem.