Re: at the food table, 8:30 p.m. - max
Max’s eyes widened and she almost choked on her potato pie. “BB! Hey, I didn’t see you. Hey, did you try these? There’s like, meat and mashed potatoes and stuff. They’re amazing!” she held it up, her other hand cradling an almost full pint of dark beer, too dark to be tinted green. “The Irish have the best stuff.”