[ Chihiro pulls a five pound bag off a lower shelf, reading the label and nodding to herself. It says short grain. It's probably what she wants, even if today she doesn't recognise what brand it's supposed to be. Hardly surprising. She was only just getting a handle on any of the Cerealian brands as it was. ]
Mm! This should be what I need.
[ She stands, holding the rice in her arms as she makes her way to the register. The line's not so long today, but enough so that they'll be waiting for five minutes before they make it to the counter. ]
Do you have anything to cut that with?
[ Does she or does she not mention she has kunai now. Er... ]
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Mm! This should be what I need.
[ She stands, holding the rice in her arms as she makes her way to the register. The line's not so long today, but enough so that they'll be waiting for five minutes before they make it to the counter. ]
Do you have anything to cut that with?
[ Does she or does she not mention she has kunai now. Er... ]