What would your ‘sworn enemy’ think, if you suddenly, gleefully, -wanted- to make his food?
Practically *begged* to be the one to feed him?
Were it me, I’d run the other way as fast as I could.
Great idea!
As they are paying for their gay wedding cake, ask, “How many do you suppose will be in attendance to eat the cake?”
Then when they answer, look at them directly in the eye with an evil grin and say “Splendid!”
Then hand them their change, throw your head back and laugh maniacally.
Nothing to sue over, thank you, come again!