[Good flavour is still won't save the judges from food poisoning, but hey, all's fair in love and train war. She hopes.
In the meantime, she's found some mixings. Jill rises from the cupboards and slaps down a bag each of candy corn, white chocolate chips, fruit-flavoured marshmallows, shrimp crackers, and black licorice nibs.]
Move over! [She butts into Susie's side like an aggressive belly dancer (with surprising force for such a wee twig), swiping something from under her skirt.
A pair of scissors.
Unreasonably sharp ones. All she has to do is hold a bag by the corner and swipe the blade through, and there's a cascade of candy corn flowing into the bowl. The cut is as clean as an ink stroke on paper.]
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[Good flavour is still won't save the judges from food poisoning, but hey, all's fair in love and train war. She hopes.
In the meantime, she's found some mixings. Jill rises from the cupboards and slaps down a bag each of candy corn, white chocolate chips, fruit-flavoured marshmallows, shrimp crackers, and black licorice nibs.]
Move over! [She butts into Susie's side like an aggressive belly dancer (with surprising force for such a wee twig), swiping something from under her skirt.
A pair of scissors.
Unreasonably sharp ones. All she has to do is hold a bag by the corner and swipe the blade through, and there's a cascade of candy corn flowing into the bowl. The cut is as clean as an ink stroke on paper.]
These guys won't know what hit 'em.