I have plans tonight. You'll both come by tomorrow. [ it's obviously a command. she pushes her cart to the back wall where the meat is, looking at the chicken. fried chicken it'll be. it'd be easier to just grab a bucket of KFC or go to that BBQ place down the road from her place, but having some hot oil on hand would be nice, wouldn't it? ]
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And you, Micah? Fried chicken?