Some contest or something. Probably just a 'Sorry, try again' ticket.

[The sticker takes a little effort at coming off, but Angela gets it and turns it over to read her prize. If there's any, that is.]

Huh. A free large fry with no purchase. I'll take that.

[She'll also take Nathan's shirt in her hand and yank him across the table to press glossy lips to meaty lips for a full handful of seconds. There might be some tongue in there, dear god.

Angela pulls back, and calmly--by trait of the curse only--wipes her now greasy mouth on a napkin without a word.]