[Oh yes, I'm looking forward to this as well.]
[She tries to clear her throat, not choking. She looks down at the sidewalk, definitely avoiding his eyes. She holds onto his hand tighter though, almost desperately in a very 'god don't leave me alone in this' kind of plea. When she finally manages to say anything at all, her voice is a bit squeaky as well.] So, chips. Normal, safe, chips.
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