“Apologies, George. Miss Daniels here had an edible before we arrived, so she’s a little out of sorts right now.” This only causes Olivia to laugh harder. She clutches her stomach, and I worry she might choke on her burger. “Oh, don’t worry. I took an edible the other day and stared at a lamppost for three hours. Best afternoon I’ve had in weeks. I’m just glad she’s enjoying herself,” the young waiter whispers after glancing around to check no one could overhear.
