[Oh, it would be brought to his attention. Brought in the form of his liason officer showing up at the door to the Gullwings, already dosed with his allergy meds, and holding a jug of cider.]
Sit down. We're drinking. Sorry I don't have any snacks with me. I ate all my husband made for me for lunch.
The Breakup [Action]
Sit down. We're drinking. Sorry I don't have any snacks with me. I ate all my husband made for me for lunch.