The sun rises over New York signaling the dawn of a new day. As the city wakes up you hear the indisputable sounds of New York. A patron flags down a taxi driver so she can get to work on time. A siren rushes past your window as a police officer drives by risking his life to protect the peace. People talk on their cell phones as the rush by. It's always go, go, go for the city that never sleeps.

It's two o'clock now so most people are getting off of workand going back to their mundane picture perfect lives. However, the residents of Chelsea, a Manhattan based community if artists and dreamers alike, are beginning their days. Well their real days at least. Yeah some worked day jobs in the morning but the real Chelsea life was at night. Even though they lived in Manhattan they didn't live a rich lifestyle. So most of their jobs were what you'd expect them to be: mail couriers, waiters and waitresses, baristas, cooks, etc. Some had night jobs like DJ's and dancers but they were a minority as well.

The Residents of 449 West 22nd street were especially excited today because it was New Years. This meant that they would have their annual New Years party. A potluck they did every year where they all got drunk, ate great food, and talked about all the shit they went through that year. It was a time for reflection that they cherished. The whole gang got to get dressed up all pretty and bitch for a whole night and with their view of the ball dropping they can watch a new year begin. A year they'll swear is going to be different. The party usually ends with a mainly drunk group of them sagging off to their rooms and reconvening the next day for waffles at the diner that Nell Martin worked at.

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Eleanor Theresa Martin hated her job with a passion. She worked at a 70's themed diner and drive in so she had to wear skates all day. The uniform was created by some old pervert so it was tight and tiny and every time she bent over to give patrons their food her cheeks came out of her shorts and whenever she lifted her arms the top rose scandalously. The only good part of this job was that the tips were amazing and she got free food. She eyed the clock as she skated to one of her tabled where a group of athletes from some college near by sat. Every time she bent over to put their food on the table they would not so discreetly check out her ass.

"Anything else I can get you boys? " She said in the peppiest voice she could manage. As someone who naturally had a softer voice, well not naturally because it tooks years of speech therapy to develop her voice that her parents found most pleasing, she found that doing the peppy sassy voice she was instructed to use was exhausting.

A guy snatched up her hand and closed it within his own two large ones, a move she was sure made all the girls swoon because if she was some hapless college girl she would have fell right for it, but she knew his type, and said in a deep voice, "You could give me your number? She resisted the urge to giggle and walk away but instead she just nodded, pat his hand, squatted to get at exactly eye level and said confidently while looking in his eye, "Never ever in a million years would I give you my number "

Then with a flip of her hair and her hips swaying she walked away. As soon as she got back in the kitchen she started jumping up and down with excitement. She always saw Amaris do moves like that but she, herself, had never done it. Usually she would just blurt out no and walk away. She felt confident and cool and couldn't help the excitement that bubbled up in her chest.

She untied her apron and clocked out before grabbing her coat, because a halter top and shorts in New York in December were a nightmare, and untying her skates. With a overdramatic sigh, she slung the skates in a bag and slipped on her pale blue uggs.

When she made it back to the apartment she glanced up the staircase that led to her apartment. The old building had one of those vintage lifts from when it was a warehouse but she never trusted that thing so she trudged up the three flights of stairs to her floor.
Her apartment was small but it was cozy. She had at least fifteen pillows in the apartment, seven on her bed alone, she had the comfiest furniture so a lot of her friends would come by and just hang out there. She also had the nicest TV thanks to her dad's co-worker who's bank account she hacked into. Her bedroom wasn't in a room, rather it was divided by ivory curtains which she parted until she went to bed. It was cute and very feminine but she loved everything about it, because it was hers and only hers.

She leaned down to pet her cat, a ragdoll with small blue eyes that lazily gazed at her as if it was allowing her the pleasure of touching her, bitch. But she loved her cat, she loved all cats. She even took care of the neighborhood cats.

Her counter was covered messily with materials to make dessert for their New Year's potluck. Nell could not cook. She could make a really good sandwich, ramen cooked to perfection, and she knew all the her favorite take out restaurants numbers but she could not cook. She could bake though and she was a great baker. She was so good she contemplated opening her own Bakery if she had the funds. Today she was making an apple pie. Last night she had finished the rice crispy treats.

Once her pie was in the oven she started on the task of getting dressed. By then it was around seven o'clock, thanks to her getting distracted by a new episode of catfish and the fact that she stopped to order some sushi. Who can watch catfish on an empty stomach? She took a quick shower and took care of her teeth and hair, which she simply swirled up into a bun, aside from long tendrils of curls which refused to stay in. She bit her lip as she stood naked in front of her closet. The only things from her old life that she kept was her clothes, shoes, and cat. So she had an abundance of options. She settled on a strapless scalloped dress and some nude strappy heels. she finished the outfit with a necklace that a previous boyfriend had bought her.

All she needed now was a smile, and her source of that smile was a little yellow container filled with her newest vice. She received some experimental antidepressants from this therapist that she used to date. She popped two in her mouth and washed them down with a sip of water. Then avoiding the mirror she walked back into her kitchen and opened her fridge to retrieve some ice cream. Except for some ungodly reason there was none. " Shit, shit, shit" She cursed silently as if someone was going to come chastise her.

She walked out of her room and down to the second floor to Zach's apartment. She knocked on his door and shouted, well as much as she could because she didn't really shout," Open up Zack I need Ice Cream and I know you have some."

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Nell had gratefully accepted Zach's ice cream and went back up to her apartment to finish prepping her pies. By then she had this sort of warmth surrounding her, thanks to the sips of season Jack Daniels. Winter Jack, or Tennessee Cider was her very favorite drink because it was smooth and sweet and she mixed it with warm apple cider for a winter treat.

Her music blasted through the her speakers and she danced around the room occasionally rapping lyrics. "Northside coolin', shorty, yeah that's where I stay. Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face"She sang playfully running her hands down her body and nodding to the beat. She grabbed a rice krispy treat off the counter and stuck it in her mouth. She took a bite out of it and resumed rapping through the song, "I need a thick redbone shorty where I lay. Bad bih in LA, tell me that she'll make the trip "

She took the pie and placed it on a stand and secured it up there before adding a light dusting of powdered sugar on top. She eyed the ice cream while applying the sugar and considered if it would be wise to have a small bowl of ice cream before dinner. I mean technically she was an adult, she could have ice cream before dinner if she wanted it. It seemed juvenile even debating it with herself. Just as she stuck a spoon in the smooth creamy dessert she heard a knock on the door and the unmistakeable silky voice that belonged to Zack. She licked her lips and eyed the ice cream one more time before yelling, "Yeah I'm coming just give me two minutes.... I'm um naked " She winced at the stupid lie and scooped a hefty spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. The moan that came out her mouth was more sexual then it probably should be and so loud that she feared her friend had heard it. She inwardly groaned and made a face.

"I'm such a spazz "She whispered to herself before walking to the door. She opened the door and fixed him with a open mouth smile. "Are you here because your high and I have the best munchies or did you crave my amazing company? " She said letting him enter her apartment. She sniffed the air and groaned, "Do I smell Samosas? " She made grabbing motions in the air, " Can I have one now rather than later? Pretty pretty please"She poked her lip out and widened her eyes. She batted her long lashed jokingly before snatching the bag away from him.

As soon as she bit into one of the flaky savory treats she moaned and nodded appreciatively. This time she didn't even care what her voice sounded like. All she knew was that if she was the queen of pastries then Zack was the king of Samosas. She leaned over her counter which she was leaning on and grabbed her warm glass of spiked cider and took a sip as she finished chewing. "Want some, it's spiked apple cider and it's warm and delicious. I'm pre-drinking so when I get up there I'll be too tipsy to feel the cold. Last year I made the mistake of trying to be cute when we celebrated at the club and all I drank was shots of vodka and I didn't wear a coat. Remember? That year you guys had to help me get home because my whole body was numb and I was drunk. "She scrunched her nose at the memory, "Being carried on the subway was not a good look. I looked so trashed. "

She turned on him and pointed at him with her drink, " And you assholes took pictures." She said in the closest voice she had to a semi-yell. Addicted to my ex came through her speakers and she rapped along to the lyrics."I, I show up to all of her family events cause her momma still love me " She rapped, she grinned at Zack and grabbed a rice krispy, which she handed to him, before plopping on her couch. When he sat next to her she bit her lip and grinned at him, " Any chance you saved some weed for me..."

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Nell nodded slowly she understood that Zack didn't drink so of course his only way to lose himself at parties was to smoke a lot of weed. She watched as he packed the pipe and as lifted it to his lips, noting that it was actually quite the erotic thing to watch. When he passed it to her she repeated the same motions that he did. She leaned up against him, and watched him lift his head to blow out a thick cloud of smoke. She blew in too deep, to quickly, on one of her puffs and ended up coughing so she leaned forward and took a long sip of her drink, which she forgot was alcoholic but who cares.

It was no secret little Eleanora Martin could not handle alcohol, not even a little, in fact she couldn't handle most things. One summer she managed to get a big deposit from one of her father's associates and she took everyone to this music festival that was in D.C. She didn't remember a lot of the events because she paid thirty dollars for a ring pop laced with Molly.... Except one thing, at one point she fell asleep in some girls tent and she tried to have sex with her. She passed out in the middle of it and woke up, per usual when she got really messed up, in Zach's arms in the backseat of the 70's van they rented to drive to the festival.

But then that's how Nell and Zach were. She was close to everyone in the group. Amaris was like a older sister to her, always giving her advice on things she had no understanding of. Keira was like the coolest person she had ever met, she was so mature and she didn't care what people thought about her. Rosaline and Nell had a complicated relationship where she liked Rosaline but she also envied her and didn't like to be around her. Kaiden was brooding and manipulative but somehow always there for her. And Fletcher, well he was always there quiet and unassuming.

Nell and Zach were just..different. They had different rules and they had a different vibe around them. Zach didn't lecture her about her drug use, even when he had to take care of her because of it. Zach came over to her house and cheered her up after every bad break up. Zack was.... Zach. Most of her friends she saw as a family and he was family too, but at the same time she didn't see him as a brother or a cousin she just saw him as "her zach".

After a few rounds that were quite strong, Zach always had the best, she was surprised to hear a banging on her door. She flopped back against her couch and snickered, "Oh God we're being robbed ", but when the banging was followed by "Open the door and love me Nelly! I bring taste-testing gifts" she giggled a little and watched him open up the door, flashing Amaris one of his toothy grin's when he opened it. "Zack I think it's the sexiest robber in New York, but she's not very good because she brought things to me " She joked. Like Zack, well like the whole group, the sight of Amaris with containers of food got her excited. She always had some sexy exotic cuisine for them to try.

She vaguely heard Zach say, "You've definitely come to the right people for taste-testing." She sat up quickly, mistake, and said, " Lets head to the roof!" She went for her pie but then reconsidered because that seemed like a really dumb idea. "Zach can you carry that to the roof? " She asked as she slipped on her long tan coat. She grabbed her polaroid camera and shoved it in the pocket before grabbing the rice krispy treats which were already in a container and grabbing Zach's samosas. She turned Maris around with her shoulders as they headed up to the roof.

Kayden Moore collected jobs the way a streetwalker collected johns and blew through them just as fast. No pun intended, depending on the job. From waiter to custodial work, cashier to bouncer. To be honest, being a bouncer was the only job he really enjoyed. For someone who detested any kind of work with a passion (because if you’re working, you’re not working out), it was reasonably decent. His physique was an asset, for one. And there’s nothing more fun than throwing someone out of a place, or looking at beautiful people all night. As he sat on a workout bench watching his latest client attempt to curl a measly fifteen pound dumbbell, he wondered to himself why he even quit the bouncer scene in the first place. Oh, right. Working all night leads to sleeping all day, and even Kayden had to admit he didn’t want to run as bad as he wanted to fucking sleep. It’s not even like the pay was better than his current job; personal trainer at the gym. He’d managed to scam all the gym newbies into paying him an extra few dollars per hour since they didn’t know any better, and none of them had the inclination to ask around about a more typical, reasonable personal trainer rate. “That’s great,” Kayden offered his client half heartedly, his attention divided between not really giving a flip about the service he’d sold his soul to for the past couple of months, and a pair of legs on the stair master to his left. The man he was “training” said something in response but Kayden didn’t catch it. Clients were always saying something. Asking something. Doing something wrong. Unsure. He really didn’t have the time or the patience. Guess he was going back to the club.

Eventually, praise God, the session ended and Kayden could reclaim the meager percentage of his focus that was dedicated to work and dial one hundred percent back into himself. He flew through a workout as quickly and efficiently as he could manage before the gym closed early for the day, then made his way back to his apartment. It wasn’t anything special. He was sure most of the tenants - his friends - could attest to the same. But he made the one bedroom home work. Kayden dropped his gym bag to the ground once he got in, tossed his keys somewhere. He intended for them to land on the coffee table, but the floor was good enough. Kayden stepped over various items of clothing, shoes, towels, and whatever else was on the ground in his bedroom. Never one to keep things tidy, he figured it was easier to find stuff if it was out in the open. If that means leaving it on the ground then so be it. To be fair, though, his cat had a hand in the dysfunction that was his living quarters. Where was his cat anyway? Most people knew Kayden had a tendency to treat his pet with more respect than even his own friends, but it wasn’t his fault. They should’ve been cuter. For a moment, Kayden called the feline’s name but figured the cat was probably asleep somewhere when he didn’t show himself. Kayden had other things to focus on anyway, like getting ready for the party that was supposed to be going on later today.

After Kayden got out of the shower, he opted out of the usual gym shirts and joggers in favor of something more fitted to life outside of the gym. He could’ve tried a little harder. "Could have" being the operative word, as he figured him showing up was good enough and his face tended to make up for his lack of effort when it came to affairs such as these. Right? Sure. Kayden kicked his dirty clothes to the side as he left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen, the sight of dirty dishes piled up making him run a hand through his wet hair in despair. Of course he forgot he was supposed to cook something for the party. “You’re supposed to remind me of these things, Cake,” he called out to his pet, mostly joking but slightly frustrated by the fact that his own irresponsibility sabotaged his life on the regular.

Not that it really mattered. He had several bottles of Bacardi in the fridge and drunk people don’t exactly take note of who brought what food dish. Or he hoped so. Kayden bounced on his heels, eyes scanning the sparse cabinets and the open pantry, trying to do the math as to whether or not he could throw something together with the few food items he had left. Don’t ask him why he didn’t go shopping before hand (completely forgot) or how someone so health and fitness conscious made it through life without buying food (hardly in the apartment; Chipotle was life). Eventually he just shrugged his shoulders. Kayden made it through life relatively stress free despite his lack of preparation and consideration for this very reason; he just didn’t care. “They know what the deal is, huh, Cake?” Kayden laughed, picking up the sleep-disorientated animal after he found it hanging out in one of the empty cabinets. Anyone who gave Kayden a task and expected him to do it was only setting themselves up for failure.

Kayden set some food and water out for his cat before finding an empty cardboard box and setting all the alcohol inside of it. Then he pulled on some shoes, just some black converse, and left the apartment altogether. Was he early? Late? Kayden honestly couldn’t tell you the details of the party, only that he was going with a box full of liquor. (Of which, better be appreciated). It wasn’t long before he could hear someone out in the hallway trying to get in someone else’s apartment. It wouldn’t surprise him if it was Nelly’s. She had the nicest set up of the whole group, and it’d be a lie to say Kayden hadn’t taken advantage of their friendship just for the opportunity to stay in a well furnished and homey apartment. That’s not to say he didn’t love her, or his other friends for that matter. She just had what he wanted yet lacked the ambition to attain for himself.

His earlier assumption was right when he saw Amaris calling for Nelly to let her in. Kayden sauntered up behind her just as the door swung open. “I’m hurt, Amaris, maybe I wanted to taste-test,” he said, feigning emotional hurt and throwing an arm around her shoulder as he shifted his box of alcohol to his other arm. “You gotta leave a glass outside the door or punch me in the face or something next time -- just so I know you notice me, babe,” he teased. Kayden took back his arm and stepped out of the way as Nelly and Zac came out of the apartment with items to take to the roof. He briefly wondered where the rest of the group was, but figured everyone would wind up in the same place anyway.

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Sitting behind a desk, content but remotely bored, he tapped his fingers on the smooth polished wood. Ever so often he looked up at the clock, he knew he had somewhere else that he needed to be. Work was nice and all, he loved to read so the library was like a safe haven for him. Books were always just a thing he could easily get lost in. Books were nice, but so was being with his friends. Unfortunately he had about thirty more minutes before he could get off. Fletcher had tried to convince his boss to let him off early, but the answer had been a no for whatever reason. At this time there was anyone here: a janitor, a lady reading, a young boy on a computer, and Fletcher. That was all.

A hand rested on his shoulder causing him to jump. "Relax, Fletcher," the voice said with a laugh, "I'm just here to let you know you can leave now. I'll watch over everything." Staring at his boss it didn't take long for the glare to merge into a smirk. "Are you sure I can leave early?" His boss laughed and patted him on the back, "It's New Years, go have fun." Without saying anything Fletcher nodded his head and rose to his feet. I have to hurry and get ready, entirely he groaned as he made a quick jog from the building and out into the streets.

It wasn't too cold outside nor was it warm. Instead of focusing on the temperature he kept his mind on getting back to his apartment. Maneuvering past people on the street caused him to get pushed and bumped into, even a few people screaming back at him as he moved by. "Touch me again see what happens you-" "Sorry!" Apologizing back loudly before a stranger could finish what they were saying to him. Who thought it would be so congested at this time.



Before he knew it he was back in apartment 3B. "What should I wear tonight..." Softly speaking to himself he rushed over to his closet and began looking through his options. He wasn't sure what to wear, at this moment he only had on a thin jacket and blue jeans, he could wear that to the party, but he wanted to try a little harder than that.

As he moved around shirts back and forth, hangers clinging, he finally came to a decision. Quickly unzipping his jacket he threw it to the floor, followed by him pulling out a light button-down from his shirt. Putting his arms through the sleeves and then fumbling with the buttons for a couple of seconds it didn't take him long to get it on. Fletcher knew he wasn't dressed up, in fact he was still pretty casual, but he also knew it was better than wearing a jacket.

Once that was all done he rushed into the kitchen, slung the refrigerator door open, and pulled out the poorly made meat load that was prepared for the potluck. Despite the appearance the flavor of the thing was fantastic. Time to go.



It didn't take long for Fletcher to reach the party, not seeing anyone downstairs he wondered up to the roof. "Sorry for being late." He stated to the others while he put his food down.

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By ten Nell and the residents who had showed up already, which was pretty much her, Zach, Amaris, Kayden, and Fletcher. They had extended an invitation to some of the residents near by and they were encouraged to invite anyone they were friends with or worked with if they wanted. Nell set up all the food that people had brought on the tables that leaned up against the brick walls. She placed Amaris's oxtails, rice and peas, and meatballs first on the the first table. Next to it was Zach's samosas, which she kept sneaking bites of, beside that was Fletcher's meat loaf. The second table had her desserts and third table had Kayden's drinks.

She was flitting around the roof setting up while her friends began lounging around on the mismatched chairs that sat on the roof. The roof was the product of tenants present and past. A long grey sofa lined the west wall. Wooden tables sat against one table. A long string of lights was strung up that gave it a warm hazy glow. Blankets and pillows scattered all over the sofa. Tarps were folded next to the sofa. A very large tapestry lay on the ground as a makeshift rug. A fire pit sat in front of the couch. A small green house was in the very south of the building. Though more often than not it was used to store the pillows and blankets in such. At one point it was used to plant weed though nobody ever copped up to who was the one that grew it. At the time only three of the tenants that live there now were residents.

By eleven guests they had invited had shown up as well. The guest ended up bringing spicy wings, one of them brought various juices, potstickers, churros, a jello cake, baklava, shish kabobs, and two of them brought pasta In all including the eight residents who lived in the building seventeen people showed up. Nell pulled out her camera and started taking pictures of her friends lounging on the sofa's. Most of the pictures were candids but a few of them came turned and posed for her. She was taking a photo of Amaris when she heard Keira yell out, "hey, guys She turned to her friend and smiled. "So, what are you guys talking about? Anything interesting?"

Nell turned around to her and smiled, "Not much we just got here. " She motioned to the food on the tables, "Food's done though and Kay brought a ton of alcohol so help yourself. I also bought some festive plates, cups, and cutlery. It should be on the second table. " She added while walking to the table and making herself a drink. It was a simple mix of vodka and lemonade. Nell never really drank straight alcohol. It was always a mix of some sort. By eleven she was passing quickly into drunk territory. Unfortunately Nell was always first to get smashed. She always pre-drank, usually took a pill, and Zach usually indulged her if she asked for some weed.

As a thought burst into her head she jumped a little, spilling a bit of her drink on herself, and pointed at her friends, " Somebody do shots with me." She set her drink on a small table on the corner next to the sofa and headed to the drinks table where she lined up five shot glasses. She poured a generous amount of tequila in them and winked at her friends before handing each of them one, except for Zach of course. With a bright toothy smile she said confidently, "Shots " And downed hers easily.

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Rooftop

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Dialogue Color #BF8080 | Thought Color #CDC1C5
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Rosaline's room looked like a tornado of paisley, flowers, and bright colors and smelled like sandalwood as she tried to decide what to wear. Her bright red hair was blown repeatedly from her face as she looked at the chaos and destruction. Her apartment was as old and colorful as you could get in this day. As soon as she saw it she had to have it. It was a little more color and pattern than most people's tastes but she'd always liked things like that. There was simply no decision to be made though on the clothing front so she dramatically threw her hand over her eyes and bent to reach whatever piece of clothing called to her. She pulled up a heavier garment, Wool? Fantastic! It should be freezing. She opened her eyes to reveal a very colorful and flowery dress that's probably been at the bottom of her closet since she moved. Quickly, she threw on some thick black thermal leggings and a high collar white button down before slipping on the dress as well as some bright orange mary-janes. Her style didn't always make sense to everyone, but the more colorful she could be the better. Color always made her happy.
She brushed her hands over the front of the dress and smiled. She didn't wear perfume often, opting to use her beauty oils as they gave of a fresh woodsy scent. However, the smile she sported moments before was hastily replaced with a gasp as she finally looked up at the clock and realized just how late she was. She hated tardiness, but she was so damn scatterbrained it was any wonder she even made it to things on her own. A distressed mantra fell from her lips as she scurried to round up the food,
"nononononononononononononononononononononononono"
And believe that there was plenty to gather. First she pulled out the two fruit tarts from the refrigerator and had those in separate boxes in no time flat. Then she opened the oven and grabbed some pot holders to remove the turkey she had simmering. Turkey is a staple holiday meal after all. Then waiting in the microwave were her, "stillfamousbutnevergoodenough" Chocolate Chip cookies she baked just that morning. Turkey took a long time to prepare after all and she liked to cook. No one would expect any less. She checked her Mickey Mouse watch and began to load up her arms. Placing the cookie tray on top of the large container holding the steamy turkey, Rosaline grabbed a tart box in each hand and grunted at the obvious heavy wait. Thanking the skies above that she at least had enough foresight to open the door before she loaded herself down, she stepped across the threshold and kicked the door shut with her foot, the door locking automatically. She stopped though and squinted her eyes before she cave her hips a shake. She nodded triumphantly as she heard her keys jingle against her phone in the pocket of the dress and looked at the stairs challengingly.
"It's just you and me my old foe"
With one last giant breath, she began at a quickened pace up the stairs to the roof. Luckily it wasn't a very large building but ,naturally, it lacked an elevator. By the time she got near the top she was heaving breaths and trying her damnedest not to fall back down the stair to her doom. She quickly pushed the door open with her foot and, with a new burst of energy, swiftly power walked to where she could see food clearly piled and organized,
"Heavy Heavy Heavy HEAVY." And as she reached the table she set the turkey down at an angle on the side and slid it further onto the table so she wouldn't hurt the tarts that she perched next to it. She wiped off the imaginary sweat that had accumulated on her forehead and gave a beaming smile to everyone.
"WHEW!", she placed a hand on her hip crooked her thumb at the turkey, "That is one Big Bird." She chuckled lowly at her bad joke and began unwrapping the food to display.