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"Finneas, what exactly is that sound?!" Elegancia pulled herself up to the front of her limousine, sticking her head through the window that separated the front from the back. "I don't like how it sounds, not in the least!!" Her butler did not have anything to say, but shortly thereafter, the vehicle returned to normal and moved forward at a normal pace. The brunette pulled herself back again, looking to Adira and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry for the discomfort." She went to scratch her leg, but then remembered that there was a rather large, clunky cast in place. It was embarrassing, and to be honest, she forgot about it 60% of the time-- Elegancia was still not used to it.

Unfortunately for the lovely duo, Team Vogue's plans had been put on a sudden hiatus. Elegancia preferred to think that it was by no fault of her own, but all on Sailor Taranis. She still hadn't filled Adira, a.k.a. Sailor Perseus, in on what had taken place between herself and the Soldier of Sand, and she still hadn't decided if she ever would. It was very humiliating, especially because of their encounter with Black Lady. Adira probably already thought very low of her, so she didn't want to make it much worse. "Pretty soon," she began, "pretty soon this thing will be off."

As soon as she had started talking once more, no sooner had the car began to act up again. Except Elegancia could actually feel the whole thing stopping. And as if by some bad luck, her limousine actually came to a complete halt next to a rather distinguishing set of golden arches. "Oh, just my luck!!" Elegancia wanted to bark at her chauffer, but decided against it. Adira didn't need to see that!

No, it couldn't be true-- how mortifying!! Elegancia rarely had company, but when she did, she expected them to be in comfort. A broken-down car in the middle of traffic, missing reservations and a fuming hood were most definitely not comfortable things. "I am so, so, so sorry, Adira." Elegancia lugged her cast-covered leg out of the car, hopped over to Finneas, and demanded he fix the car that instant. This was said subaudibly, so that Adira could not hear her being a downright demanding brat-- it was something she didn't need to see or hear, obviously.

"Unfortunately, it looks like we'll be missing our reservations. I'm starving, hopefully we won't waste away to nothing. It's like a desert out here." She pointed around at everything, from the towering business buildings, the gas station, and the McDonald's. Nope, none of them were suitable places for dining. Not in the least! "Do you have an idea or two for us? I'm not sure what we can do." She inched towards a public property bench, one which had suitable shading by way of a towering tree, and sat down. There was room for Adira, too, of course. "I do wish our restaurant was close. Especially because I'm so hungry."

She looked at the golden arches across the street. Nope, looked like they were going to starve.

"Mac... Donald's?" Elegancia looked at Adira, then at the golden arches, then back at Adira. "Oh, you're so funny!" She waved her hand through the air, dismissing the joke. "But seriously, where shall we eat?" There was a moment of silence, and one of Adira's faces of seriousness. She knew that expression-- she was not kidding. There may have been many unfavorable things that the two of them had done together, such as dusting youma and challenging Black Lady, but adding to that list wasn't exactly something Elegancia wanted to do. Least of all by eating at the greasy establishment of McDonald's.

"Well, I mean," she paused, looking across the street, then continued, "if you really want to, I suppose we could..." Elegancia pushed herself up with the aide of her crutches, then lugged herself forward as daintily and elegantly as possible. "It'd be better than sitting in the cold, and we could speak in private!" Oh, of course Elegancia always mentioned the positive! But in her head all she could think of was how disgusting the food was, and if Adira wanted to fatten herself up, well... that was her prerogative. The brunette turned back to face her friend, then added, "well, shall we go?"

She'd need help getting across, of course.

Oh, how easily Elegancia was swayed. Sort of like a little kid who didn't want to go to the store-- but there will be toys there-- and sold. "Well, I suppose that anything that is considered delicious in Europe might be worth trying, right?" Elegancia gulped down a scent of freshly-cooked french fries, looking to them in all their golden glory. "Well, I would certainly like... some of those...."

Oh, no, the beast was about to be unleashed!!

"Perhaps the chicken selects? A large, I like chicken strips-- I sort of want to try a Big Mac, too, are those good? Perhaps an apple pie, as well, or maybe an Oreo McFlurry-- that sounds delicious, too... As for a drink, oh, my... A diet coke. I don't hold calories too well." She reached into her clutch, pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill, and handed it to Adira. "I hate using cash, so I'll break this now-- let them know they can keep the change. Oh, you were going to order for us, right? Did you get my entire order?"

"Yoohoo! Adira, dear, over here!" Elegancia shot a hand into the air and waved daintily. She could, after all, let her hair down here. It was McDonald's, right? Thankfully, there was no one of importance in the restaurant to see Elegancia act so uninhibited. "Here, let me clean a spot for you." Reaching into her purse, Elegancia shuffled around for disinfectant wipes-- she had just used them to wipe a spot up for herself. One could never be so sure as to what kind of germs were lurking about on a McDonald's table, so one had to play it safe.

As Adira approached, Elegancia had to keep herself from drooling. Not only because it was unsightly, but because she didn't want to ruin her newly-applied lipgloss. "Th-that smells wonderful," she noted, "even if it doesn't look so pristine..." When the tray was set before her, Elegancia eagerly picked up her box of chicken strips. The array of sauces lined next to the package looked interesting-- barbeque? honey mustard? sweet & sour?-- the choices!! Of course, she'd have to be careful as to how quickly she ate. Elegancia didn't want to look like a pig in front of Adira!

Although, she did see her eat the cake at the Masquerade, so maybe it was alright... To play it safe, she'd wait to see Adira start munching away. "So, Adira, what did you get?"

"It's... it's... it's absolutely delicious," Elegancia squealed between French fries, "I mean, it's disgusting, but oh-so-good." This may have been the guiltiest pleasure Elegancia had participated in, next to chocolate. "I hope you're happy, Adira. I have a newfound addiction." She smiled playfully at her tan friend, dabbed grease off of her lips with a napkin, then took a massive gulp of Diet Coke.

It took her entire being of willpower to choke back a massive burp. Large amounts of greasy fast food had already been vacuum-sucked down her throat, she didn't need to impact her lady visage even more by belching.

Now she moved on to her chicken strips. When she popped the little white box open, a delectable scent wafted up into her nostrils. Needless to say, Elegancia finished one strip in two bites. "How many calories do you think this is, Adira?"

"Yes, active, indeed," Elegancia said in response to Adira. But there was a prickling sense of curiosity in her mind that just needed to know exactly how many calories she had been stuffing in her face. Elegancia slid her hand over the paper mat that laid in the tray, eventually turning it over. Much to her surprise, there was a graph for their entire menu, detailing every nutritional fact that she ever needed to know about their junk food. Unfortunately, she wished she had never seen the facts, for as soon as Elegancia knew just how much she was going to have to work, she began to feel. Well. Fat.

And that was her worst fear, of course-- being a plus-sized girl who chowed on McDonald's all day. This was her perception, of course, and she avoided their food for a reason. Not only because it was so cheap and tacky, but because it made people big.

"We're leaving," she said hurriedly, "now." Elegancia reached for one last french fry, stopped herself, and then stood up. "With or without you," she continued, "I can't be in here a moment longer." Well, she could have been-- but not without gorging herself some more. Better safe than sorry!

Once outside, Elegancia actually wanted to encounter a youma. She had fat to work off-- and she would be damned before she had to do push-ups and crunches.