"Key lime sounds awesome," Jack agreed with an almost lovestruck sigh. "Seriously, we might need to do this shit over a few days or we'll all be in food comas." He nodded at the spare milkshake, then perked up to wave at the one on the counter as Oliver approached.
Oliver backpedaled a few steps to grab the milkshake, raising it in thanks before pulling a chair from one of the few central tables over. He turned it around so he straddled it backwards, then settled with his shake. "So," he started, the corner of his mouth turning up as he looked to Cecilia. He tried to be vague, figuring that pulling her away from the group again now that they all seemed settled wasn't really necessary. "I laid out what you told me. He'll allow it. So will Erran. I can make sure a message gets sent your way if it comes down to that, so maybe be near a computer just in case." He paused before looking back to Jack. "Also, I vote chocolate peanut butter."