“Honestly, I’m so hungry I could probably eat a horse. I don’t want room service, though,” Jessica said. “Since I’ve been back, I’ve been craving fast food. You guys have similar franchises in America, but somehow it just tastes better in Guyana.”
“Okay, then. What do you want specifically? I’ll call and place the order and have it delivered.”
She smiled sheepishly. “I’d like a chicken burger from Churches Chicken; two servings of chicken nuggets from Royal Castle; two large fries from Popeyes; and a large chocolate milkshake from Demico’s Qik Serve.”
“Oh, and you can add whatever you want to my order,” she added.
Mark blinked at her, then burst into laughter.
“Oh my God,” he wheezed, clutching his stomach. “I’d forgotten what a huge appetite you have. No salads for my wife.”
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