Delaney made a face at me. "I eat hot dogs too."
"And Thai food, and curry and African peanut soup and, pretty much anything that can't eat you first." I looked over at Tara and Tiffany. "Delaney's definition of food is anything slower than her that isn't actually poisonous. Well, at least not lethally poisonous."
Sheree laughed softly. "Behave, Les." She smiled at Tiffany. "I know everyone is supposed to choose their order ahead, but I'd have a few extra of each on hand. People just don't think about what it means when they change their minds."
Tiffany nodded. "We need to figure that out."
"The caterer probably has a formula for what you can expect." Sheree put on her reading glasses to look over a paper. "You said you needed Delaney's dress size, right?"
Delaney suddenly looked horr
