He sped by and grabbed the bag of chips before they fell into her hands. “Wanting this?” He smirked.
“I almost had it,” she crossed her arms.
“It was going to fall, the chips would’ve broken into pieces in the bag, would’ve been sad.” He shrugged.
Marigold honestly wouldn’t have minded eating broken chips. They taste the same anyway, but she kept that to herself.
“Thank you, speedy Gonzalez,” she held out her hand. “May I have them now?”
Deciding to mess with her, Peter held the bag slightly out of reach.
“Peter, give me my chips,” she wasn’t that annoyed, but she was hungry.
“Not until you give me a kiss, babe,” Peter replied, with a stupidly big smirk on his face.
“Really? You’re holding my potato chips for ransom just so you can get a kiss?” Marigold raised an eyebrow. She held back a chuckle.
“Exactly, a simple kiss-for-potato-chips transaction. You get to kiss me AND you get chips after, what’s not to like?”
Marigold thought it over. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll give me the chips after,”
“Course, I’m a man of my word, I promise,” He placed his hand on his chest.
Marigold smiled. She stood on her tiptoes. “Lean down, you’re too tall,”
Peter smiled and obeyed. Marigold kissed him, placing her arms around his neck.
He kissed back and put his arms around her waist, one hand still held onto the bag of chips.
After a bit, they parted, both blushing and smiling.
“Alright, here you go, one potato chip bag, as promised,” he tossed her the bag.
She quickly caught it. “Thank you,”
Peter & Marigold, Potato Chips
