On the way back from lunch, we stopped for Boba, which, if you don't know, is black tapioca balls in the drink of your choice. I got the wrong thing for
llnaughty and he was whinging about it, so I said I'd take his too. Then I said "I'll have two Bobas. It'll be a Boba Fête".
Man, I'm embarassed just to type that! Heh.