Yeah but at this camp, someone might wake up married to the pie anyway.
I don't need rules. Except the good ones. And not talking about Camp Hawkeye is probably a good idea, so I'll go with it. There's probably a lot of people with arrows to the knee.
The husband part isn't throwing me, just the thing where I married a Hawkeye. But sure, group date. Francis, you up for it? We can sit at opposite ends of the table and pretend this didn't happen until we have to look at our hands and then remember and just eat fries to forget.