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[theblonderose]

[Rose is looking through the refridgerator for some chips. She finds a package of frozen chips and makes her way to the microwave. Then she reaches into the nearest cupboard for a plate that can hold the amount of chips she wants to heat up. Pouring the chips onto the plate, she then puts the plate into the microwave and sets the timer to the

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[tardistemp]

Rose!

[she's wandered into the kitchen herself, looking for some form of comfort food. ...chips work.]

Eat all those in one go and you'll lose that girlish figure.

[theblonderose]

[It's Donna. Rose can't help but smile when she walks in, and even more when she hears what Donna said.]

Hi, Donna. They're almost done. [There's about six seconds left on the timer.] I don't know about that. I eat chips quite often and I still look the way I do.

[tardistemp]

Oh, what I would give for a body like that! I dare to so much as think about food, and...

[her hands tap her hips and she gives an almost rueful smile]

Five pounds.

[the microwave beeps and she's craning her neck theatrically]

You sure you won't need help with those?

[theblonderose]

Don't mind sharing them. [Rose takes the plate out and sets it on the table. She invites Donna to join her.]

Haven't seen you much lately. How are you holding up?

[viva_la_materia]

[Yuffie smells food, and follows it into the kitchen, sitting listlessly at the table. She manages a faint smile for Rose, though. She likes Rose.]

[theblonderose]

[Rose holds the plate of chips out for Yuffie.]

[viva_la_materia]

[Yuffie gives it a puzzled look, then takes one.] So...what is it?

[theblonderose]

They're... chips! Best food ever. Americans like to call them "fries" but chips are far superior to the fries they have over there. Chips're so delicious.

[She grins.]