[SHE WISHES HE COULD... Whatever that one flavour was (old socks), it was pungent enough that she didn't even need to bite into it to taste it. The other was fine, she thinks, though she's pretty sure she's ruined her poor tastebuds for a while.]
That might be better, yeah.
[She sniffs out of frustration, angry at these stupid jellybeans.]
Or I could just throw them in the river.
[Pouting, Tifa bumps her head against his and prepares herself for the last three. No. She's not going to stall on this any longer.
Dipping her head into the river, she comes back out with a mouthful of milkshake—as much as she can hold—and throws the last three jellybeans in. She swallows, and it is a bit of a struggle, and she fumbles into a coughing fit after, but...]
I did it.
[Her voice is strained, and she's going in for one more drink of the milkshake to help wash them down, but all in all—]
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That might be better, yeah.
[She sniffs out of frustration, angry at these stupid jellybeans.]
Or I could just throw them in the river.
[Pouting, Tifa bumps her head against his and prepares herself for the last three. No. She's not going to stall on this any longer.
Dipping her head into the river, she comes back out with a mouthful of milkshake—as much as she can hold—and throws the last three jellybeans in. She swallows, and it is a bit of a struggle, and she fumbles into a coughing fit after, but...]
I did it.
[Her voice is strained, and she's going in for one more drink of the milkshake to help wash them down, but all in all—]
We did it...?