Every so often, Graham's gaze would linger longingly toward the Pie Throwing booths as he wondered if he'd made the right decision that afternoon, but he made a choice, he would stand by it, the smooching must go on!

Steeling himself, he whipped out a small bottle from one of his pockets to spray into his mouth, then immediately sputtered, looked at the bottle, and confirmed that it was actually cologne, not breath spray.

Oh, well. Good thing he also had plenty of mints!