As expected, Honey whips out a coupon, and the waitress has to go back to recalculate the bill.
“This is on me,” I say when the check comes back.
“No,” Gia and Blue say in unison.
“You just told us you have cashflow problems,” Honey adds.
“Fine,” I say with a sigh. My credit card is reaching its limit. “We split it this time, but if I get a nice sponsor, I’m taking you all out for a fancy dinner.”
“Deal,” Gia says. “So long as it’s a clean place, like this one.”
“Sure.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “It will not serve any poultry either.” I grin at Blue.
I even debate if I should reassure Honey that it will be a place she can find a coupon for, but I decide not to risk my skin with that knife in her purse.
Operation Big Sniff will be dangerous enough.