((It's okay!))

"We'll get there, soon..." Julian quietly pulled out of the driveway, heading in the correct direction. "Then you'll be able to eat. Just be patient. Ten times better than struggling to watch me cook, haha."

The little girl giggled as he said that. "I can cook better'n yooou." she asserted in that childish manner all kids got when they were sure they had to be the best at everything. The girl pulled her legs towards herself, hugging them as she looked out, an impish grin on her face. She looked over at her caretaker. "I don't like seatbelts. They hurt."

"Flying through the windshield will hurt, too," Julian reminded her, as he navigated his way through light traffic. He wasn't quite sure he knew the way to the nearest McDonalds, but he felt relieved when he saw a sign pointing in its direction.

The girl saw the sign too, pointing. "We're close! I see the funny french fry 'M'!" she cried, clapping in glee and bouncing. "McDonald's! Yay!" Already she was trying to get the seat belt off. If the sign was there, they had to be close.

"Keep it on till we get there, hun. Accidents can happen at any time," Julian reminded her, gently. "What do you want to order? I'll get it for you, so you can head on over to the play area."

"Can I get a nuggets kid meal? And a chocolate shake? Pleeeeease?" she begged, wriggling in the seat uncomfortably. The waist belt was digging into her chubby belly uncomfortably. Julie whined some. "This seat belt huuurts. I don't like it!"

"Sure. Just bear with it, all right? It'll save your life if I end up in an accident. You don't want to get hurt or die, do you?" Julian asked, concerned. He pulled into the parking lot, at last, and killed the engine.

The girl pouted and nodded. "Alright, alright... but the seat belt hurts." she complained as she threw it off, then threw the door open, jumping out.

"Maybe you should try loosening it a bit. It might be too tight." Julian hopped out of the car and then offered his hand. "You want to play in the play area, right? Tell me exactly what you want to order and then you can go and find us a spot in the play room, okay?"

The girl nodded. "I want a cheese burger, lots of fries, a toy, and... and a shaaaake." she said with a wide grin as she took his hand and tried to pull him into the fast food restaurant. "Come oooon!" she urged with all the eagerness of a child begging for a future heart attack.

Julian, at her request, began to walk, and walked her into the restaurant. "A cheeseburger, fries, and a shake. You want a basic happy meal with a shake, right? You want chicken nuggets, too?" he asked, curiously.

"Uh huh! Happy meal... AND nuggets?" she looked so excited. "And I want honey, and lots of ketchup packets!" She bounced again, hurrying and trying to drag her guardian inside faster.

"Sheesh, maybe I should've written things down," Julian commented, jokingly. He stood in line, behind three other people, and then patted her hand. "Julie, go and pick us out a table in the play-room, okay? I'll be in with food momentarily."

"Ok!" With that, the little girl dashed into the play room without another word or even a glance back. She skipped picking a table and began climbing through the play place, giggling happily. McDonald's was her favorite place ever!

It took Julian a few minutes to get the food she had asked for, as well as a double cheeseburger and two big fries, with a soda, for himself. Once he was sure he had everything she'd wanted and everything he wanted, he headed out into the play place, and he gently set everything down on their table.

Smelling the overabundance of fatty grease, the girl squealed and ran out of the ball pit, rushing over and sitting down. "Gimmie!" she cried happily, reaching for her food on the tray, eyes bright with anticipation. Her chubby hands closed on the box.

"Don't eat too quickly," Julian warned, separating his food from hers so there wouldn't be any confusion. "You could get a stomachache from eating too quickly. Here's your shake, too..." He set the shake down beside her food.

"Thank you!" she chimed, eating happily. The ketchup cups were soon empty, though her fries weren't gone yet. It was pretty obvious that she enjoyed the tomato-based condiment. Her fries dripped it. "Be right back!" she said, hurrying to the condiment bar and struggling to reach for a ketchup cup.

Julian didn't see her struggling, so he waited patiently for her to return, finishing up his food. He hadn't ordered much...so, he was finished much earlier than she was even though he ate slowly...

The girl finally returned, ketchup on her face and hands as she walked back, carefully balancing two ketchup cups, one in each hand. Her tongue was out and locked in place to the side by her pursed lips.

Julian took one look at her and nearly choked on his soda, pulling away to laugh. He held out one of the napkins he'd snatched up for the both of them. "You might wanna use this. You can get the stuff on your hands off with your tongue, but there's some on your face, too..."

The girl giggled and let him wipe her up, then began licking the ketchup from her fingers. Such a happy little chubberkins. Once she felt she was sufficiently cleaned, she began digging into the fries once more.

Julian waited patiently for her to finish, and idly checked his messages while he waited. He tended to use his laptop over his phone most of the time...but when he was on the go, he often used his phone instead.