“I have to train my brain to stop memorizing everything my eyeballs skate across more than once.” Seuss bedtime stories for you,” Carter tells me. I would like cake in a house, I would like cake with a mouse. “I’ll take pre-dinner cake and cake for dessert. “If he’s gonna send over free food, he should skip the foreplay and send me cake.”Īmused, Carter assures me, “You’ll get your cake after we eat.” Once the waitress is gone, I eye the caviar, but only reach for the champagne.
“Nope, we’re all set,” Carter tells her, then proceeds to order our food. The waitress stifles a knowing smile, then asks, “Did you two need a minute to look over the menu, or…?” “On the house.”Ĭarter smirks, unrolling his napkin full of utensils.
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