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"But the brochure…" "Nancy Heath’s husband prints travel fliers. Cake," holding up a fork full of angel cake and stuffing it in Marcus’s rambling mouth. Mac sat there muttering. "whhheh wwwoof woo whobba.." with the fork protruding from his mouth. The waiter dashed in. "Sir. We still have one banana cream pie that you can thrust into your lady’s face! Shall I get it?" "Dwwosit hawooh ahny wwum ihnit?" but then waved him away, woofing something that sounded like tempted. After swallowing his cake of pride and wiping his mouth, his eyes suddenly sparked in a shaking blink then exploded a surprised open eyed gaze at Shannon. "You knew!" as she nearly swallowed her eye brows within a huge face dissolving grin. John was laughing way too hard to join in up to this point, but then burst out, "Jesus, Mac, EVERYBODY you know knew!" "The Table?" Mina clarified, "Nathan Ivory picked the hotel." As Mac gasped, "Tusk?" she went on about needing suggestions from people who actually did some traveling as he was moaning regrets about his spiel at The Table about his having an uncanny life long lucky streak, "Think about it. Whose rats actually die? How many people win trips to Hawaii?" He continued mumbling on about Tusk and Morgan not spilling.. After the eyes were all wiped and the laughs thinned to brief giggles between sips of coffee, Marcus engaged John. He first asked why the Irish were pissing on each other for the last century and, "Compromise me John. Who I S this McGuiness guy? Why didn't he show at that wedding?" "Actually, he did."