TG: ill do it
TT: Oh dear.
TT: News travels fast these days.
TT: Or are you snooping on my business again, Strider?
TG: no ive got a mysterious advisor from the future
TG: got one hell of a bowtie on
TT: That does not sate my anxieties.
TG: no dont worry its me
TG: from the future
TT: Does that mean... You made it?
TG: yeah like the meme
TT: Yes, like the meme.
TG: anyway what did i just sign up for
TT: It's quite a simple thing, just catering my whole wedding reception.
TG: ughhhh okay
TT: I'm sure it's something you're proficient in.
TT: I'd bothered Jane into doing it, since it seemed like her bread and butter.
TT: But she's crumbling, and in the end, flaked on me.
TT: I simply cannot stop myself with these puns, you'll have to punch me down.
TG: damn alright
TG: yeah ill make your fuckin cake
TT: Are you sure you will not be overwhelmed?
TT: You've also got DJing and officiating.
TG: yeah im sure i can handle catering too
TG: all got codenames and shit already worked out
TT: How much work are you planning to take on?
TG: as much as im told to i guess
TG: i assume my future self is just gonna bail once im in motion
TG: hes lookin at me all funny
TT: If you'd care to find it, I have some requests.
TT: I am not picky about the cake, but half of our friends are allergic to peanuts, and while they may get courageous and try out peanuts now that "deathly" allergic means a short nap, they can do that of their own volition, on their own time.
TT: I do not want my guests and friends perishing in predictable patterns upon my patio, especially when dying in the wrong place can result in them plummeting down to Earth.
TG: yeah im not gonna kill our pals with some nuts
TG: im not some kind of comical dunce
TT: Along with that... neapolitan ice cream.
TG: yes your royal fucken highness
TT: Present results when you have them.
TG: look up at the sky