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"They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?"

"No, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is."

"Then what do they call it?"

"They call it a Royale with cheese."

"A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?"

"Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac."

"Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?"

"Beth," she mutters dryly under her breath, then glances sideways to give Spike an almost apologetic little smile.

It wasn't really a movie date they'd planned. It was kind of an impromptu thing. Spike had been stretched out with a book, and she'd swooped down on him with hey, I'm going to watch a movie, okay? Fortunately, he didn't mind.

Or if he did, he decided discretion was the better part of valor where battles with his huge pregnant girlfriend are concerned.