[She looks at it a minute, like she's not sure if she's supposed to crack them open and start eating now, or if there's some kind of social more of propriety that demands she wait...
...Yeah, gently caress that. Open it goes, and she takes a thoughtful bite.]
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...Yeah, gently caress that. Open it goes, and she takes a thoughtful bite.]
They are good.
[NOM NOM NOM.]