Re: at the food table, 8:30 p.m. - max
BB pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Naw, haven't had one of those yet. Neither have I had one. of. these." Each word was punctuated by her hand reaching out and removing a chocolate stout cupcake. "I dunno if these people are geniuses or just lushes, but God love the Irish for this holiday. Though, I guess, it's really more of an American thing, right? Not like I'd know." She rolled her eyes, and took a large bite of the cupcake.
"MMMMMMMMM," she near-moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. She grabbed another cupcake and shoved it in Max's direction, attempting to say the word try! and failing as all verbal communication was waylaid by her full mouth.