“For real?” said Brenda, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yep – fresh from a shop near my mom,” Carly said.
Brenda picked up a bagel, squeezed, sniffed, and squinted.
“I bet this was made in some factory in Jersey,” she sniped.
“Oh come on Brenda! Who appointed you judge? Just eat,” Kit chimed.
“I don’t like Carly trying to put one over, like she did with salt water taffy her last trip,” Brenda said.
“Brenda, you don’t even bother bringing stuff in,” Carly said. “Put up or shut up.”