"We call it Shrove Tuesday where I come from." Gwen said. Her arm was looped through Tara's, joining them at the elbow, as they walked toward where the food was kept. Of course, the blonde had no idea that Tara and John had had a disagreement. If she'd known, she might have poked her nose in where it didn't belong and hinted for gossip.
Not that she had anyone to gossip with.
"I could eat pancakes any day of the week, really. Though, I like all kinds, not just the kinds in the pictures he linked on his post. I'd eat them at IHop, even. Though, I'd probably regret that decision," she said, trailing off as they reached a table covered in food.