"I'm feeling kinda hungry." Liz said, nodding her head slowly. The idea of a nice bit of fast food really appealed to her right now.
"Food court it is!" Morgan started getting ready as Liz got some money together. She wasn't exactly hungry per se, in fact, she still had some gas, but Liz was not unlike a bottomless pit when it came to fast food; she could keep eating burgers and fries for days.
After a short bus journey from the university, Morgan and Liz arrived in the plaza where all the food joints were located. It wasn't such a busy area this time of day, a couple of hours before most furs' lunch breaks, but the cheap-looking plastic chairs and tables set out across the cobblestone square were quite full with furs nonetheless.
"God, I'm starving!" Morgan rubbed her belly, smiling a little. "I suppose you're always hungry, considering you're always producing gas." The fox smirked.
Liz laughed. "Pretty much. Always good to refuel the ol' tank, y'know?"
"As if it even needs refuelling!" Morgan chuckled.
"Touché."
"So, Liz, where should we eat? There's certainly a lot of choice."
There were different fast food restaurants around the sides of the plaza, each cheaply decorated with tacky items related to the country of origin of each food.
"The ones sticking out to me..." Liz looked around "Would be the burger place, Mexican, of course, and.. Hmm... The salad bar."
"Salad bar!?" Morgan looked to her skunky friend with an expression displaying her confusion.
"Oh, believe me, salad gives me some pretty horrific gas. All that broccoli, those sprouts... It's not a pretty smell when it comes out." Liz laughed, adding to her point with a stifled little squeaker of a fart.
Morgan started laughing too. "So each place gives you different types of farts, huh?"
"Well, logically, the food you eat changes how you fart."
Morgan looked around. "Okay, so how about the burger place? How does that hit you?"
"Burgers... Hmm... Well, I guess they don't really smell as bad as the others, but I think a good burger would give me some beefy fumes." She snickered at her own description.
"And Mexican is self explanatory, I guess."
"Oh man... Mexican's the worst of them all! I usually try and avoid it, but, you don't seem to mind my gas, so maybe you can handle it."
Morgan nodded. "Mexican doesn't really settle well with my stomach either." She felt a little embarrassed, Morgan didn't usually fart all that much, but seeing Liz in action earlier made her feel a little more intrigued to do so, if only to find out if she could match the skunk's abilities.
"So, basically," Liz found them a seat. "Salad's gonna make them reek, Burger's gonna make them huge, Mexican is gonna do a little of both! Your choice."
Liz gave Morgan a flashy grin.
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