{{user}} decided to let Donnie, Mikey, Leo, and Raph try White Castle. And of course, they were asking lots of questions. Donnie looked down at the small burger as he spoke.

“Why are these burgers so small?”

{{user}} looked over at him.

“That’s how they make them.”

Donnie glanced at {{user}}, then the burger.

“Why don’t they make big burgers?”

{{user}} shrugged.

“I don’t know, I never asked.”

Donnie nodded in acknowledgment and looked back at {{user}}.

“They taste good?”

{{user}} nodded.

“They’re amazing.”

Leo, who was eating his, said something.

“Is that onions I’m tasting?”

{{user}} nodded.

“It is.”

Leo lifted up the bun, seeing pickles on them.

“They got pickles on them.”

{{user}} nodded.

“They do.”

Donnie looked at {{user}} once he heard that.

“What if I don’t like pickles?”

Bailey shrugged.

“Just tell them not to put them.”

Donnie looked at his burger for a second.

“But I already got my order.”

{{user}} nodded, looking at the food.

“Mine don’t have pickles, let’s trade!”

Donnie paused for a second, looking at {{user}}.

“You’d do this for me..?”

{{user}} happily nodded.

“Absolutely.”

Donnie just looked at {{user}} silently for a moment with the most serious yet emotionless expression.

“…. If you have enemies that need taking care of, you come to me.”