"Okay, but only if we can go to the food court first," Mary demanded. It seemed a bit out of character for the sillier of the two twins to negotiate in such a straight-forward manner, but Wendy just laughed it off.
"I guess that's fair," she admitted, "after all, I dragged you along in the first place." The normal sized redhead exited the car with her two not-so-normal sized siblings in palm, making a beeline for the hub of food stalls and takeout enclaves.
"Well, we're here," said Wendy, "what do you want?"
"Fries!" the twins cried joyously. A little chuckle escaped Wendy's lips at the thought of her shrunken siblings devouring a small carton of fried potatoes. She curled the twins back into her palm as she walked over to a stall and asked for an order of fries. After paying and recieving her food, she scouted for a table. Almost immediately she spotted a worthy candidate.
"Ooh, there's an open table," she pointed out to the twins, who were lying down on her now-open palm. "Or I see a friend of mine over at another table. It's your choice, where do you guys wanna eat?"
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