#logan 008.

"We got popcorn, diet cokes, Twizzlers, extra napkins..." Malcolm listed off the variety of food-related items currently being cradled in his arms, silently wishing he'd not been so adamant about not bringing a bag with them when Logan voiced her desire to get snacks. He was bad about keeping food in his apartment, typically getting his meals at the clubhouse or running to the corner store 'round the block from his apartment whenever he got hungry. Planning ahead was never his strong suit. "Oh -- and I need to grab from cigarettes from behind the counter. Think this is good enough to last us the night?"