[Tifa visibly winces, every muscle in her body feeling like it might shrivel up at the sound of someone hacking up their jellybeans. A few people have even started sobbing or crying out for water, and she casts one last look at the jellybeans...]
I was thinking the same...
[Mixing them together? This could either go pretty well or very horribly and nowhere in between.]
At the same time?
[As she holds out her hand with five jellybeans for him, since... you know... And she's not going to say a word about it because this feels awkward. There is feeding her husband jellybeans, and then there's this.]
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I was thinking the same...
[Mixing them together? This could either go pretty well or very horribly and nowhere in between.]
At the same time?
[As she holds out her hand with five jellybeans for him, since... you know... And she's not going to say a word about it because this feels awkward. There is feeding her husband jellybeans, and then there's this.]