I’m not going to lie, I snuck some of Satan’s mistress’s Tic Tacs while on the plane. I ran out of Swedish Fish. I was desperate,” Paisley said, scanning her menu. “I don’t know what any of this says.” “Hey, I would have done the same thing if I had anything to snack on. I would eat a cow’s tongue right about now,” Melony responds, also looking very confused while scanning her menu. Bellini is upstairs in her room sleeping, which is where she will be all night according to her rant in the car on the way to the hotel. Pocket has the lucky job of taking care of Pope Francis, Bellini’s beloved dog, who is actually such a sweet little guy. How he got stuck with such a horrible owner is beyond me. At least she is nice to him. “Does Pocket creep anyone else out?” I ask, settling on what looks to be tortilla soup on the menu. “When I dropped my stuff off in the room, she stared at me from the hallway, didn’t even flinch. Pretty sure she’s going to murder me in my sleep.”
