Grace stares at Raph, mouth slowly dropping open as he reacts to the sight of the 7-Eleven.

"Shit, man. Remind me to take you to Waffle House before we go."

If he feels this way about slurpees, imagine what he'd do for some scattered and covered hash browns.

And waffles. Sweet, sweet waffles.

"C'mon, big guy."

She hops out, moving fast like an unleashed kid in a candy shop, and shoves the door open ahead of them.

Within seconds, she's got a twizzler between her teeth and is pulling snacks off the shelves.