"Well, I don't know if you wanna call it food. That's kinda generous for what I brought." Ollie shrugged, swinging the bag over to her. In it were two cokes, a bag of oreos, some peanut m&ms, and trailmix with chocolate chips.

"It's what my--" he caught himself, tripping over the word daughter. That wasn't an entirely accurate description of his relationship with Mia, but it worked well enough. "It's what my friend likes when she's annoyed. She says junk food is like chicken soup for the soul or some such. Kid's just addicted to sugar, if you ask me."