It’s literally like the minute he walks over the carpark, he has to run around after her
“Oh Meld, you drive home so I can take photos of you and us and the Tesla to show those Tattle Bastards how rich and happy we are!
Oh and by the way, I’m going for a drinky poo with Dadsy at the golf club tonight, only Bertie and I are invited. So if you could pick them up from school, feed them and look after them from now until you go back offshore, there’s a good mug”