Thankfully, Sam was able to get a pair of sweatpants from the gift shop on the first floor and Max didn't have to suffer too much embarrassment. Checking out, however, was a slow and painful process that grew steadily worse with each passing moment. Namely because Max was finally starting to feel both hungry and tired and his mood was starting to sour. Finally, he was done and more than eager to get out of there and get something to eat.
“Remind me again why we're not eating at the hospital cafeteria again?” Max, looked over to Sam expectantly as they trudged toward Sam's old VW van.
Sam shrugged briefly, “Because, they're not gonna serve you what you need in the quantities you need, they only serve “balanced” meals there bro.. and besides.” He grinned suddenly, “I know a place.. well a couple of places, that aren't that bad and cater to those with.. ah.. large appetites.”
Max arched a brow at him as he climbe