“Celebratory Crunchwrap Supremes!” Eleanor cheered. “The perfect drunchies!” Teddy wrinkled her nose. “What’s a drunchie?” “You sweet, innocent child,” Kirsten said with a headshake. “Drunk munchies. Drunchies. Something to shove down the ol’ gullet and soak up all the alcohol and questionable decisions. And trust me, the Taco Bell menu is scientifically designed to be perfect drunchies.”
