Tillman pressed his lips together until realization dawned. The kid was talking about fries. French fries and milk. Maybe it was an Irish thing?

Idly, Tillman wondered what the Irish called chips, if fries were called chips.

Pig's laugh prompted a hint of a smile in Tillman. "Chips, right," he agreed. "If you come with, you can pick out your chips. I'm leaving in ten minutes," he stated.