"You know, I never knew there were so many different ways to make fried chicken! I mean, I always figured you just-" Melissa took a pause to suck some meat off a bone before delicately setting it back on the plate atop an already reasonable pile "-popped it in the frier and you're done!" Before the stick-thin girl (who had already fully submersed herself into the Buttercombe lifestyle of "Eat till you're about to burst", apparently) lay four seperate plates, each containing a different style of chicken.
Alice gazed sleepily at her new friend before continuing into her pile of mashed potatoes, barely able to concentrate on what she was saying over the slow food coma that Alice was succumbing to- which seemed to be the norm after most of her meals these days. While Mel had thrown herself head first into the utter feats of gluttony incarnate here at Buttercombe, Alice had just sort of been assimilated unknowingly due to the constant company of her overly eager to eat friends and roommate. After swallowing her rather large mouthful, she finally recognized that she should probably respond to Mel's inquiry. "Oh, yeah... Um, I heard one of the ladies up there explaining it, they're all fried the same, it's just the way they make the batter beforeha -uuurrrp. Oh my goodness excuse me!" Alice snapped awake at her rude gastrointestinal outburst.
Melissa giggled with her mouth full, almost causing her to choke on the new drumstick that she was currently trying to eviscerate as quickly as possible. "Jeeze, Alice, I know Megan's all proper and all that, but you've heard me and Ronnie burp more than once, you'd think you'd be less ashamed of yourself!" Apparently attempting to prove her unabashedness, Melissa released a moderate belch in return. "Anyways, I think I'm gonna head up there again, I grabbed too much chicken, I need something to level it out. You need anything?"
Alice gazed downwards to her mostly empty plate, only a few green beans (that had been soaked in butter and covered in fried onions, mind you) and her veritable mountain of mashed potatoes remained. "Something sweet would be nice..." She said, almost half awake as she continued to shovel potatoes into her mouth at a dignified, yet rapid, speed.
"Somethin' sweet comin' right up, me lass!" Melissa said in an odd impersonation of either a old-timey knight or a pirate- Alice could hardly tell.
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"As usual, I feel that I should be leaving a rather generous tip... That was incredible!" Melissa moaned as she reclined as far back in the hard plastic chair as she could. "Seriously, I can't wait to see what they do for Thanksgiving around this place!" After her last exclamation, however, Melissa got a severe case of the hiccups, leaving Alice the open opportunity for conversation- not that she was fairing much better. Between the potatoes she had left over, the three pieces of chicken Mel had forced on her ("Come on, I need room for dessert and you barely had any chicken!") and the three layer cake slice that was practically the size of a standard cake in itself, Alice had officially glutted herself into a stupor... Again... For the second time that day. Breakfast had seemed like such a hazy memory by the time Melissa had awoken her from her post-meal nap that Alice eagerly loaded her plate for lunch and... Well, the proof is in the potbelly that Alice was currently sporting, her bloated tummy pressing as hard as ever against her uniform. Finally she mustered up the strength to speak.
"Yeah... That'll be... Something... Urrrp." Another belch made itself known, but this time Alice was too far gone to do anything about it. "What classes do you have... Tomorrow?" Alice inquired as Mel chugged down her soda in a desperate attempt to quell her hiccups.
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