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Turning the piece over a few more times, she then stuck it in her bag.
"It's probably got to do with rain more than anything. Which I will probably develop eventually. Drawing moisture together from the air. Seems like it could take some time, but it's possible." Marceline looked at the bag, she could smell the spices and it made her eyes water a little bit.
Marceline took the bag and opened it, the smell wafting to her nose and making her sneeze.
"Sweet Lord of Death! That smell is so spicy." She took one single chip out of the bag, popping it in her mouth. Her eyes started streaming tears, and her mouth felt like it was on fire. She swallowed quickly, and then opened her mouth and fanned at it.