You smile at the promise of fun with your friend but its not the first thing on your thoughts, that is the desperate need of your stomach almost reducing you to tears. You fling aside half empty bags of flower and shuger and find a large tin of sweatcorn you look at it for a second and decide its meat you need, you defiantly have an inexplicably strong desire for meat, you slam that cupboard shut and fling open another one, then pushing ruffle past Kate in your need another "HaY!" she complains.
Dam it there must be some meat in here somewhere, Kate is saying something and sounding pissed off but you're too frustrated with your search to notice. Kate is furious at being so ignored she puts a hand in to the cupboard and makes to yank your searching head out of it.
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