[He might regret having her order for him, and his first hint is probably the way she smirks at him when he slides the menu towards her. Kate is definitely going to try to ruin his life with this, so she orders approximately a billion tacos—curry, mango tilapia, veggie, lobster, carnitas, even one with alligator in it, just to see if he'll eat it, and then asks the waitress to bring extra rice and refried beans. Oh, and those plantain chips, too!
When the food comes, it's practically a mountain, and Kate takes her much more modest plate and digs in. And she watches, with growing disbelief, as Tim totally puts all of it away. "Black hole" is probably a mild description for his stomach, she decides, and after she finishes all four of her tacos, she just props her chin up on her hands and enjoys the show. Enjoys? It's almost intimidating.]
Jesus, Drake. If you explode I'm not scraping you off the walls.
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When the food comes, it's practically a mountain, and Kate takes her much more modest plate and digs in. And she watches, with growing disbelief, as Tim totally puts all of it away. "Black hole" is probably a mild description for his stomach, she decides, and after she finishes all four of her tacos, she just props her chin up on her hands and enjoys the show. Enjoys? It's almost intimidating.]
Jesus, Drake. If you explode I'm not scraping you off the walls.