After staring at Winona for a moment, Keaton sat down across from her on the ground.
He didn't ask what was wrong. Instead, he popped open a can of beer, handed it to her, and opened one for himself.
"Here, let's have a drink first."
The two of them clinked their cans and each took a few gulps.
Keaton looked at the spread of snacks between them. "Which one's good?"
"They're all good," Winona said.
Keaton chuckled. "The Newsom family might not be old money, but you guys are pretty well off. And you're the only daughter. Did your folks really let you eat this kind of street food?"
"That's the thing. Since we're not some high-society family, we don't have a ton of rules," Winona said. "My parents spoiled me. They'd let me have a little junk food now and then to satisfy my cravings. Once I got older, they couldn't stop me anyway."
Keaton pointed at a carton of chili cheese fries. "What's all this stuff on top?"
"Never had it?" Winona asked.
"Nope."
She pushed the carton towards him. "Try it."
Keaton looked skeptical. "It looks like a heart attack in a box."
"It won't kill you. Live a little," Winona urged.
After a moment's hesitation, Keaton took a bite, then immediately washed it down with a big swig of beer. "Yeah, no. Hard pass. Not a fan."
Winona pursed her lips. "You're living in an ivory tower. Try this, then." She handed him a stick of spicy fried calamari.
"This I've had," Keaton said. "It's a staple at Italian places."
After he'd eaten a piece, Winona asked, "How is it?"
"It's alright," Keaton nodded. "Just way too spicy."
Then, Winona handed him a piece of a giant pretzel with spicy mustard...
Winona had bought over a dozen different snacks, and Keaton was like an obedient child, trying whatever she told him to.


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