Inside a rented limo, the three gal pals were having a feast on Emily's choice of break up food: McDonald's.
Scattered on the floor were boxes of Happy Meals, burger wrappers, fries boxes, empty ketchup sachets, and an empty bottle of Moet to flush it all down.
"I deserve this," she said, dipping her fries on her vanilla sundae long enough that when she pulled it up, a ribbon of white stretched in between. She quickly scooped it with her finger, never wasting a drop of her happy meal box that came with a Trolls toy.
Across from her, Ava hoarded the collectible toys in her paper bag—counting again and again if she got everything inside because earlier, they all bought the existing toys in the fast-food chain for Finn to play with.
After matching all the toys with the list on the leaflet that it came with, she finally let go a sigh of relief that she didn't know she was holding in.
