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Post by Kappa on Jan 30, 2022 23:53:10 GMT
"You don't have a digital food scale?" Tonya questions as Emma chops up onions.
"I do, it's in--"
"And where are your labels?!"
Emma points at Rachel across the kitchen, happily typing them up on a label maker.
Tonya rolls her eyes.
"Well, hurry up, I want results. AS. SOON. AS. POSSIBLE." Tonya claps her hands to emphasize her point.
Emma fakes a smile and nods.
Tonya smirks.
"I guess I shouldn't be so judgmental." Tonya pokes at Emma's puffy belly. The finger went in deep. Rachel stares in disbelief. "Given your size, you must be an amazing cook."
Emma continues to smile.
When Tonya leaves, Rachel shakes her head.
"How did you not hit her?!"
Emma laughs.
"Please, if I had a nickel for every time a client patted or poked the ole gut..." Emma pats on her flabby middle. "Seriously, Tonya's a 6."
"... Really?"
Emma nods.
"Gets those labels done, help me with the mushroom puffs, and if the girls aren't here in ten minutes, I'm gonna have to step away to call them." Emma sighs. "I swear, they do this every time!"
-Captain America hits on Emma -The guests arrive -Suggestion
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Post by nobody14 on Jan 31, 2022 2:34:34 GMT
Guests arrive
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