Allan agreed to the deal Bella proposed, Talullah is gone, and they continue to dine in relative peace.
Bella: So, you won’t get in trouble at home for this, will you?
Allan: Er, no, not at all.
Bella: Excellent. An understanding and open-minded spouse always comes in handy. Let’s drink to that.

Bella: Cheers!
Allan: Cheers.

Bella: All right, it’s time. You go take care of your fans; I’ll see you at the Nechole Motel. We’ll go our separate ways, so the paparazzi don’t get any ideas.
Allan: Sounds great, but… you haven’t finished your dinner.
Bella: I’m good, honey, I just I eat what I need.

Bella: Now go ahead, your public clamors for you!

Bella takes one last sip for the road. Allan prefers not to drink any more.

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