Rhiannon's POV
"You know, I just don't understand why it's called Eggs Benedict, just call it what it is," Lauren shrugged, pushing her fork around her plate.
"I mean, I guess that is what it is," Rhiannon answered.
"It's ham and eggs on toast. Call it ham and egg toast."
"It's an English muffin if we're getting technical here."
"Fine, call it a ham and egg English muffin. Leave the Benedict mess out of it."
"I mean, I guess that's fine, but ham and egg English muffin doesn't have the same ring to it. It's kind of a mouthful." Rhiannon sipped on her chocolate milk and then stuffed another bite of biscuits and gravy into her mouth.
"Speaking of mouthfuls, tell me about the date," Lauren giggled, eyebrows shooting up.
Rhiannon nearly choked. "Oh, for Pete's sake Lauren, I'm eating!"
"You're gonna tell me you didn't sample the goods at all?"
Rhiannon rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't. I didn't even kiss him goodnight at the door, you nosy b*tch."