Naturally, we celebrated our departure with candy. Our boss, Dex, was not invited to partake and instead was given this tiny crime scene, complete with "crying crackers" which can only be flavoured using the salt from the tears you shed while eating them (or in this case, desk-sized peanut butter).
Far less original than Gina, my Last Supper was pizza. Dex ordered from La Pulcinella and went above and beyond with hand-made marshmallows, salted caramel pieces and macarons from Yann Haute Patisserie (as if it wasn't hard enough for us to leave already). Everything was incredible, and if you thought it would be difficult to chow down on these goodies after the smorgasbord of candy, you'd be wrong.