[She shakes her head on arrival; she can smell the curry sauce and if her stomach does a pathetic twist of envious hunger, she ain't saying so. She knows better; carbs after dress shopping. Or something. ]
Don't blame me if your dress is too big on the night.
chips and curry sauce before 10pm rly freddie
Don't blame me if your dress is too big on the night.
[Which, actually: ] Why a dress, by the way?