Hannah and Maria Fernanda are soon to join us, with matching Oreo McFlurries in hand. Pip is next with a hilariously tiny packet of apples, then Jaws with a receipt of his own.
When “267” is called by a cheery-looking girl who looks to be all of twelve, we pick up our plate of large fries to find, in large lettering, it marked, “JUST MARRED”.
Such a horrible mistake we can only laugh at and toast fries over.
“To the love of my life,” he says.
“To the man I just married,” I say.
Then Pulse joins us, his strangely topping-less yogurt in hand, and we return to the limo.
Once there, we have five minutes to inhale our food, which is a lot easier than it sounds, considering everyone helps out with the fries, notably Pulse, who basically drank his yogurt in three gross gulps.
By the time t
