On the way home to London, we stopped in to a cafe to get a drink and a bite to eat… not to mention a restroom.
Erica had me crouch down, and glancing over her shoulder to make sure Nicole was in the restroom, she said, “you know what Nicole told me?”
“What did she say?”
“She said I could have Timbits.”
And then I had an image of her going to Wile-E-Coyote-lengths to get them, and couldn’t help but love her even more…