After they had arrived downstairs, Jensen opened his car door and took out a piece of paper. He handed it to Little Gary and said, "Kid, can you understand it?"
"Yes," Little Gary nodded. "It's very clear."
"Yeah, I've given you everything I know," Jensen said.
"Okay, thank you." Gary folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket.
"Your toys," Jensen took out a box and passed it to him.
Gary fetched it and said, "I'm too old for toys. You don't have to buy me toys next time. I'd prefer you treat me to McDonald's."
"Oh," Jensen couldn't hide his surprise. "Why do you keep thinking of food?
"My mom doesn't allow me to have burgers," Little Gary said with grievance. "It's only natural I would feel that way."
"How could I buy you burgers when your mom doesn't allow it?" Jensen shook his head with dismay. "If I buy it, your mom would be mad at me, so would your little aunt. She'll tear me into pieces."
Gary said with disdain, "How can you be such a coward?"