[He leads her through a hallway, into the kitchen, and pulls himself up to sit on one of the stools at the island counter. On the counter is the half-finished house warming gift basket. Though they knew there was plenty to eat here, finishing that much meat and cheese in only a few sittings left... a bad taste in the mouth, considering their background. So they were conserving it.]
It's all full stocked. Enough shit here to feed the fattest rich fuck.
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It's all full stocked. Enough shit here to feed the fattest rich fuck.