((*does a dance* YAY NO SNOW!))
Blake ordered a bacon cheeseburger as well, with a mountain of fries. He was glad he never had the pressure of eating properly, or not being allowed to drink what he wanted. Granted, he didn't really drink pop or anything, but the fact that he could if he wanted was a nice luxury. "I'm sure they have a gift shop or something, with cowboy hats. I want a sheriff's badge or something."