Kennedy placed his hand over his stomach as he walked over to the snack area. He was HUNGRY and his stomach wouldn't stop reminding him of it. It was his fault for not eating anything for breakfast, except for the cookie Beverly had slipped him on the ride here.

He stopped in front of the counter and order some potato chips. Those would do until he boarded the train and stuffed himself with what ever the trolley had. Oh yes, good ole sweets always hit the spot.