Years ago I used to go to the drive in. It's been paved over for a mall parking lot, sadly. But it was an amazing deal, seven bucks per person and double feature. People would set up chairs and coolers (you can bring your own food) and play the sound on a boombox or their car stereo. Even if the movies sucked, it was always a great time drinking beer under the stars.
I used to see this couple that would show up in an enormous camper type van. They were Latino, the guy was a bearded soft boy and the girl was a drop dead stunner who outweighed him by at least 100 pounds. A shorty, kinda rockabilly styled with a round silhouette, everything BIG.
Well, they always took movie night as an opportunity for a massive feast. They'd frequently bring in two large pizzas and 2 liters, along with sides and apps, all deep fried. The girl had her own bottle of ranch and drenched everything. Needless to say this always became the main event as I spent most of my time watching her devour thousands of calories over the course of the night, between hits from a vape pen.
I do think the guy was a passive encourager at the very least. If she ever slowed down, he'd grab another slice for himself and she would follow suit, almost on autopilot. At the end of the night you would see him carrying ALL the empties across the lot and awkwardly trying to fold up these large pizza boxes to fit into the trashcan.
I would see them occasionally over the years, a couple of times with an amazing view of their gluttonous ritual. Sometimes they'd stay in their car, chowing down on burritos and fries for the first feature, but the guy would then hit the snack bar during intermission for a large popcorn and other snacks. Twice I had a perfectly unobstructed view in my rear view mirror, her eyes glued to the screen, shoveling mouthful after mouthful into her ever chewing maw. I wanted to jerk it right then and there, but I don't think my buddies would have appreciated it.