Poor Fitz: left with all those caterers to cancel and so many six-packs of locally-brewed beers no one will drink.
Fitz totally makes his own guacamole and a cake in the shape of a red and gold helment. A dude who bakes his own cookies can handle that. And the beer will be useful when he throws a party for Lizzie and Darcy later. I am clinging to this and you’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.
AH HE TOTALLY DOES THOUGH.
Now I’m sad about all this unmade Guacamole. He probably has a secret recipe and he jealously guards the secret ingredient but really it’s just garlic salt or something. And there was totally going to be like gourmet hot wings with ten different dips and five kinds of pizza with fancy cheeses on top and sun roasted tomatoes and jerseys and foam fingers for everyone as door gifts WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO WITH ALL THESE FOAM FINGERS, NOW?
DAMN YOU, WICKHAM.
1. Everything about this makes me smile/cry.
2. I know the secret to Fitz’s guacamole, and it isn’t what you put in, it’s what you leave out.
3. Also fyi Jay & I
made up in our headsdetermined that Fitz knows nothing about football, but his boyfriend loves it and was going to spend this whole week teaching Fitz about pass interference and first downs and why kickers will be so important in this game. I’m just telling you so you can fully flesh out the circumstances here. <3
Fitz likes to torment his bf by calling the sport “handegg.” Which makes a whole lot more sense than “football.”