She pulled a small plastic baggie of pretzels out from her hoodie pocket. "I would've brought the dip Huey made last night, but it was gone this morning - pretty sure he snuck back down after the rest of us were asleep to finish it up." She giggled a bit; she and Dewey had been teasing Huey about it that morning - how he was going to get fat if he kept making such good snacks. Honestly, though, it went for all three of them. "I'll get him to make some for you soon, though, it's really good! Even though it looks like mashed peas." A beat. "You'd probably like those, too, though, huh?"