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EXTENDED TEASER - "Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 9
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Ariel got a lot of who she was because of her beautiful family. That basically means she grew up in a house full of vain catty women and grew up to be the perfect example of one. Growing up, Ariel’s family was competitive and she prided herself on coming out on top.
But even so, that didn’t mean she liked going back, and she was especially not in the mood to do so now. It had been a long week already.
It had started after that ladies night. Ariel was pretty sure the night had been fun, even if her memory of the night was fuzzy. She remembered enjoying herself and eating a lot of food, that was not odd for her on nights like that, especially lately. And Ariel was starting to worry that that was becoming a problem.
Ariel had at least been attempting to diet, to be in control. But that ladies night- It was like something small had broken inside her. First, she woke up the morning after with an absolute monster of a hangover. Luckily for her, the other ladies had all stayed over, and, being in far better shape than she was, they made breakfast.
It was a big breakfast.
First they helpfully gave her a fresh Bloody Mary, a little hair of the dog to ease her hangover. And then came the bacon, greasy yet still somehow crispy and obviously delicious. They were served along with some hashbrowns, and after that came the main event, a stack of pancakes drowning in butter and syrup, and she managed to eat the whole thing with a side of cantaloupe as well. After that, she was given a banana and peanut butter smoothie and settled down for a nap before lunch.
It was a familiar story for Ariel. She remembered the last time she had really partied and fell into the same comforting but food heavy cycle. Lunch was mac and cheese. She didn’t know how much she ate, but she knew it was delicious and then came with a strawberry and banana smoothie and another nap. Then there was dinner. By then the ladies were also extremely tired, and nobody was up for making much. That meant that they just ordered some pizza. Ariel was pretty sure she ate two or three slices, but couldn’t put her finger on the exact amount. She also had some cheesy garlic bread, a last minute edition when Kelly remembered that she had wanted to make it the night before but had gotten distracted by the loaded nachos. Ariel didn’t mind at all. The garlic bread was delicious.
And for dessert that night, Ariel was left to her own devices. She was in the mood for cake, but after seeing that there was apparently none left, she settled for some vanilla ice cream (thankful that Kelly had thought to buy her more) and covered it in whipped cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles. It was a pleasant little dessert right before she slipped back off to bed.
The next day she woke up and felt fine. But that’s also when she realized just how much leftover food she was stuck with.
What would she do with it?
She would eat it of course.
Ariel had earned a week of lazing about and grazing. And all of the food that she had in her house made that incredibly easy. She sat around indulging in whatever it is that she wanted. The leftover creamy chicken alfredo lasagna was three more meals. She made a lunch of some leftover nachos. (Those were soggy and did not heat up well, but she ate it all regardless.) The ladies had apparently ordered way too much pizza so she still had six slices to work through over the next three days. And snacks, there was so much snacking to be had. There were still bags of candy, some cupcakes, the ice cream.
She told herself she was probably indulging too much, but every time she felt concerned, another part of her called herself a coward. And now she was seeing the damage. After a week of working through leftovers and then indulging on whatever takeout food she wanted (Chinese one day, Indian another, more pizza after that) the evidence of her indulgence was clear for the first time.
Her pants didn’t fit.
Try as she might, the button of her designer jeans did not want to button. She grunted. She growled. She hopped up and down and rolled on her bed. Ariel was thankful that nobody was there to witness this small humiliation as she did what so many other women have been through but which until now Ariel had never even dreamed she would worry about, a fight to fit into her pants.
It took what felt like forever, but eventually she was able to get the pants buttoned, and when she let her stomach go, it didn’t pop the button loose, but she could feel how tight it was. To say it was uncomfortable was an understatement, and what that tightness did was send her mind into a spiral of excuses. It couldn’t have been the sheer amount of food that she had eaten that week. It must have been water retention, her time of month coming up, a poor washing job that had shrunk her pants.
Slowly, and with far more effort than she wanted to admit, Ariel peeled the pants off and tossed them aside. She quickly picked out another pair. Ariel hadn’t given this selection a lot of thought. It was just the pair of pants that happened to be at the top of the draw. But those pants also happened to be a slightly older pair, more well worn and with a slightly stretched out and more forgiving waistband. It closed just fine, and Ariel breathed a sigh of relief.
This might have been one of the worst things that could have happened to Ariel. If she had picked up another tight pair of pants or two, she might have panicked and really locked in on a diet, but the fact that she immediately slipped into a fitting pair of pants just served to confirm Ariel’s suspicions. There wasn’t something wrong with her. There was just something wrong with that pair of pants.
She paired the pants with a blouse that she had chosen because subconsciously she knew it was flattering. (If Ariel had thought that she needed to wear something flatter she would have screamed.) Then she went downstairs and ordered herself some avocado toast (complete with a poached egg on top) for breakfast and helped herself to some oatmeal raisin cookies that Kelly had dropped off the day before while she waited.
When the avocado toast, which she ordered with a shot of espresso and a strawberry and banana smoothie to go with it arrived, Ariel ate it quickly while thinking about how she was supposed to visit her family. On another occasion it might have been a moment of triumph, an opportunity to flaunt her success. At worst it normally would have been a chore, but heading into her family’s house while being anything less than one hundred percent felt like she was about to walk into the lion’s den.
She was going to need another cookie or two to steel her nerves and get her through it.
Ariel’s immediate family consisted of her vain mother Wendy, the primary cause of her own cruel and catty demeanor and the driving force for why she was so in love with and concerned about her appearance, and her sisters. Ariel had three sisters, Sophie, Liz, and Dana. Dana was Ariel’s successful older sister, the oldest in the family. Sophie was the youngest, about to be a freshman in college. And Liz?
Liz was the fat one.
It was always a point of contention with the family. Liz, often simply referred to as Lardo by her sisters, was consistently bullied by her siblings. She was the fat, dumpy practice dummy her family members used to sharpen their claws on and brush up on their pettiness. Liz seldom received a kind word, even from her mother who frequently viewed Liz as nothing more than a sullen disappointment, especially when she was weighed (metaphorically and literally) against her sisters.
This was especially the case now that twenty-three year old Liz was still living at home, something neither of her older sisters had done. Sophie had gone away to college and pretty much never returned. Ariel had stayed home for the beginning of her college career, but that was so her mother could help keep a better eye on her burgeoning modeling career, and once that took off than Ariel was out of the house too and exploring the fierce spirit independence that seemed to fill all of the women in the family, all except Liz that is.
Liz never had a desire to go anywhere. She never had a desire to do anything. (At least that’s what it seemed to everyone else.) She had a simple vet tech job, which meant she got to be around animals all day. She occasionally went on dates, but nobody particularly thrilled her. She liked living at home because it saved her a lot of money on rent. Really, the only thing Liz was ever truly upset about was her weight, and even that was because of the pervasive prodding of her family. If they would get off her fat back about it, she would probably be fine about her weight as it was. But they showed absolutely no sign of cutting her fat ass some slack. Case in point-
“Hey there, Lardo.”
Immediately, Liz regretted opening the door for Ariel and felt her heart sink into her plush stomach.
“Hey, sis,” she muttered.
Ariel just lowered her sunglasses in the cliche dramatic fashion that she was so very fond of and proceeded to look Liz up and down and delivered the same sentiment that she would have given if she had been stricken with blindness.
“Still fat, I see.”
Expecting to see Liz’s usual dopey frown on her doughy face, Ariel practically fumbled her sunglasses when she was instead greeted by a smile.
“Actually, I’ve lost a little weight!”
For a moment, Ariel just sorta there trying to perceive any small change to Liz’s large figure.
“Oh. Have you? I don’t see it.”
Her attempt at being cutting was cut off by a gleeful Liz with evidence in hand.
“Yup! I’m down like six or seven pounds. Not a whole lot, but look!”
She ran her hand along the inside of her pants and gently pulled at the waistband of her jeans to fully demonstrate how much room she had.
“These are so much looser! See?”
While her eyes traveled down and watched Liz finger the waistband of her pants some more, her mind wandered back to earlier that morning and the tightness she had experienced trying to squeeze into her own designer jeans. They had been too tight, almost as if Ariel had grown out of them- which Ariel knew she hadn’t but the fear… it lingered… and the pants she was wearing now weren’t exactly loose….
No!
Ariel shook the negative thoughts loose from her pretty head. Those pants weren’t tight because of her. They had shrunk. And these pants weren’t tight. They fit perfectly. Pants weren’t supposed to be loose. Her pants were purposefully chosen to fit her like a glove, to hug and perfectly showcase her perky perfect ass. She wasn’t getting fat. Her sister was just a fat idiot.
“Well then, get some new pants that actually fit, you fat fashion disaster.”
After seeing that her last remark left her peppy sister satisfyingly crestfallen, Ariel strutted past Liz and into the house proper. Once she walked into the living room, she was greeted by her youngest sister, Sophie who was lounging on the couch stretched out and working her way through a bag of potato chips.
“Hey!” called out Sophie right before stuffing another handful of chips into her mouth.
“Hey.”
“Liz still showing off her pants?” asked Sophie with her mouth full of chips.
“Yeah. Lardo thinks just cause her pants are a little loose it’s suddenly a big deal.”
Ariel’s eyes went to that bag of chips, and her mouth practically started to water.
Sophie, oblivious to Ariel’s hungry stare, kept eating chips while talking trash about Liz who had just walked back into the room but was remaining completely silent.
“I know, right? It’s pathetic, like she thinks she’s suddenly not fat.”
“I know. And she’s still such a fat ass,” agreed Ariel with a vigorous nod that did not break her concentration on the chip bag. It was like she was a predator sizing up her prey.
And like a slow-witted calf at the watering whole, Sophie didn’t notice.
“SUCH a fat ass! What a piggy. Oink! Oink!”
Suddenly, Ariel reached down and snatched the bag of potato chips right out of Sophie’s hands.
“Speaking of oinkers, you better be careful with all these chips, sis.”
“Hey, it’s my birthday weekend.”
Sophie lunged for the chips, and as Ariel looked down at her whiny brat of a college aged sister, she couldn’t help but notice the way her normally flat stomach bunched up into a bunch of tiny rolls, the lower most of which was threatening to roll over the waistband of her jean shorts and into her lap. Sophie was normally a perfectly put together goddess, just like Ariel. In fact, Ariel had considered Sophie to be the perfect protege, she had just graduated high school as prom queen and head cheerleader and now celebrating her nineteenth birthday was poised to take over college and the world.
But those rolls? They were tiny but they were new, and Ariel was ready to have a little bit of fun at her younger sister’s expense, especially since doing so would take her mind off her own slight weight gain- no - not weight gain- off the unfortunate drama of shrinking on of her favorite pairs of designer jeans.
Ariel let her sister reach for the chips again before pulling them away once more.
“So you’re going to have chips, and cake, and what else, piglet?”
She danced away has she shoved a handful of greasy potato chips into her mouth.
Sophie threw a pillow at her and jumped up from the couch, practically lunging right over the back.
“Shut up. And give me back my chips.”
But Ariel was too quick and began to run around the couch, keeping it between her and her sister while eating more of the chips.
“Make me, loser!”
She took the time to stick her tongue out and then ate more chips without caring for the crumbs she was leaving on the floor.
This caused Sophie to move to plan b.
“MOM!” Her screamed bellowed through the house, a well practiced high pitched whine that could only be produced by the baby of the family.
And as if she had been waiting for her cue, Ariel and Sophie’s mom, Wendy entered from the kitchen and soon stood between the two tapping a foot that came loaded with disappointment.
“Are you two seriously fighting over food like some naughty, greedy little piglets? Shame on you two, acting like a couple of oinkers. I’d expect this from Liz, but not you two.”
“Sorry, mom,” They said in unison.
Liz, who had been standing there unnoticed for most of the previous conversation, just rolled her eyes at the casually snide remark from her mother and hit Sophie on the arm.
“Hey, birthday girl. I just bought some more chips if you just want a whole new bag.”
“Oh! Perfect!” squealed Sophie.
With that, Sophie followed her fat sister into the kitchen for chips, and whatever other snacks she decided she wanted along the way.
“Sophie better be careful, mom. Or she’s gonna turn into a real sow,” Ariel said without a hint of irony.
She was incapable of noticing that her own slim figure was being threatened by the first few stubborn pounds that would turn her slender stomach into a plump pot belly and her toned model’s thighs into thunder thighs perfect for waddling. Ariel had a new target to cast her judgmental eyes on, her sister Sophie, and that was more than enough to distract her from her own shortcomings, her own bad habits- her own FATTENING habits.
Ariel didn’t even realize she was eating more potato chips until her mother snatched the near empty bag out of her hands.
“I don’t want to talk about Sophie right now.”
“What? You’re not expecting me to be all excited for Liz or something now, do you? So she lost a couple pounds, so what? She’ll gain it all back and more in a month. She’s still a cow.”
“This is about Dana.”
“Dana?”
“Dana’s getting a divorce.”
“Again?”
“Yes. But this one’s not going well. She’s moving back in and well… be nice.”
“Nice, why?
“Because your sister is going through a tough time, and-”
“Did she get fat? Oh my god, did she get fat and that’s why she’s getting a divorce? Did her wife dump her fat ass?”
Ariel’s eyes went wide as she imagined the possibilities. She loved her sister, but seeing Dana go from slim and successful, the sexy older sister, to being a fat loser living back at home, that was just too juicy, too funny. For years, Ariel had grown up in her sister’s shadow. Dan was also prom queen. Dana was also head cheerleader. But Dana was also valedictorian. She was class president. Sorority president. She was some big shot in… Well, to be honest Ariel never really paid attention to what Dana did exactly for work. She did… business. And throughout it all, including now three marriages, she had remained successful and slim and sexy, never getting that classic office chair butt. But perhaps the stress had finally made her crack? Perhaps late nights at the office stuffing her face with takeout had left her overstuffed into some pants that didn’t want.
Once again, Ariel’s hands ran along the sides of her own legs, feeling the fabric of the tight jeans without her even realizing it.
Was it cruel to be thinking like this about her own sister in Dana’s hour of need? Definitely, but Ariel couldn’t help that. Her and Dana had spent so many years making fun of other people together, and if Dana had taught her anything it was that the best time to show strength was when the other person was at their weakness. Hit them while they’re down and never let them back up. That was the key to power, to dominance.
In a weird way, Ariel thought that this was exactly what Dana would have wanted. They had grown up in a catty sibling rivalry, alternating between fighting side by side and fighting each other. They had sharpened their swords steel to steel, and now it was Ariel’s turn to claim a final victory.
It was thrilling.
“She’s not fat.”
Her mother’s words hit Ariel like a brick of disappointment.
“But things aren’t easy right now, and she’s going to be in quite the mood already and I don’t want to spoil Sophie’s birthday dinner. So. Be. Nice.”
“Whatever. I get it, mom. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“Better.”
“Better.”
“Good.”
“You’re welcome.”
And then, instead of just continuing this game, Wendy turned to walk back into the kitchen and left the bag of chips on the living room coffee table.
Ariel immediately pounced on them.
She couldn’t stop herself. There wasn’t anyone in the room to show off to. She wasn’t even hungry. But there were chips, and she had a sudden compulsion. Her hands grew greasy as she dug around the bottom of the bag, and then she tilted the bag upward to let whatever crumbs were left fall into her mouth, something that left her cheeks and chin rather greasy too.
This was of course the exact moment that Dana walked in. Ariel heard her before she saw her.
“Wow. You’re really making a mess with those chips.”
“Like you made a mess with your life?”
“Oof. I guess mom told you, huh?”
“Yeah. She also said to be nice.”
“And?”
“When have I ever listened to mom?”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“Love you too, sis.”
Ariel walked over and gave her big sister a hug.
She wasn’t nearly as big as Ariel would have liked.
Ariel had been hoping that her sister had turned into a full on fat ass, a real cow with a big fat behind that was the kind of blubber butt that spilled over the sides of chairs that it managed to not break. She had hoped that Dan would come waddling in with her slim stomach replaced by a loaded up gut sagging over the waistband of her pencil skirt, and apron of saggy, useless, flabby fat. She wanted to see a Dana with thick thunder thighs completely with saddle bags that stretched out the sides of her skirt and threatened to burst it at the seams. She had been hoping that her older sister’s face would now be piggish with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin that hung down in front of her thicker neck. Ariel wanted to savor the sight of of sister that had turned into a total sow, an absolute oinker.
Dana was not that fat.
But she wasn’t that thin anymore either.
Ariel could feel the subtle squishness of Dana’s softer body, and she made sure to squeeze her hard enough to feel Dana’s new pot belly, which was still small but noticeable, as it pressed against her own stomach.
And at the same time, Dana felt that Ariel’s stomach was softer than usual as well.
In that hug, there was a softness to Dana’s arms and she knew it as well as Ariel. So in response, Dana made a show of hugging Ariel even tighter, as tight as she could. The hug had become some kind of competition with no real winner to be declared, but it did give Dana time to contemplate the small changes to her younger sister. There was the new weight to her belly. There had been the slightest bit of jiggle when she raised her arms for the hug, and Dana took the time to look down past Ariel’s shoulder to confirm that Ariel’s perky butt was indeed a bit bigger. When she finally let go of the hug and stepped back to examine Ariel fully, she could see that the gap between her thighs was the only thing about her that was smaller. Was even her face a little softer, or was that just wishful thinking?
Ariel wasn’t fat. She wasn’t chubby. She hadn’t even gained as much weight as Dana had, but to the well trained and catty eye, the signs of future fatness were definitely there.
Dana had been going through a lot of hard shit lately, and the fact that her slim sister was getting softer was a small win that she wanted to keep riding for a while.
“You must still be hungry.”
“Well, I just had those chips and-”
“Come on. That wasn’t even a real snack. You deserve better. Let’s go into the kitchen and find something good to snack on.”
“I guess….”
“I’m hungry too.”
Ariel smiled at those words form Dan, and her eyes traveled down Dana’s torso, past the breasts that had grown slightly bigger but definitely saggier down to the tubby tummy that had replaced her sister’s abs and was now pooched out, a jiggly little pot belly that extended beyond the waistband of her pencil skirt. She really wanted to see that pudgy belly fat roll onto Dana’s lap when she sat down. Plus, another snack would be nice.
“Sure. Let’s eat.”
In the kitchen, Wendy had made a cheese plate, a classic tray of various cheeses and cracks with some veggies as well. It was the kind of standard thing one just puts out for people visiting, a little bit of something fancy.
Sophie was tearing into it like an animal, putting various bits of cheeses onto crackers like they were simple Lunchables. She’d devour one mini-sandwich and move right on to the next. Crumbs scattered on the tray, but she didn’t care. She only stopped to pick up stray pieces of cheese or to make herself another sandwich.
Meanwhile, Liz was nibbling on a pair of baby carrots.
Ariel didn’t hesitate to join her young sister at the cheese plate and quickly put a piece of sharp cheddar between two garlic salted crackers and bit into it. This was followed by some amour cream and onion crackers smeared with a healthy bit of brie.
Meanwhile, Dana went inot the fridge and pulled out a half empty tub of hummus and plopped it on the table. She picked up a carrot and dipped it in the hummus. Ariel thought about joining her but chose a pita chip instead of the carrots as her hummus vessel.
As Liz watched this happen, she reached over and plucked up a piece of broccoli to chase her carrots with while her mother helped her self to an apple slice. Wendy nibbled on that smal piece of apple as she shook her head at her daughters.
“What’s gotten into you all? You should slow down.”
“And you should have served this with some salami or something,” snorted Ariel snidely in response.
“Oh! I think we have some in the fridge!” shouted Sophie.
A few moments later, and a package of salami was being torn into and added to the now not very delicate cracker sandwiches. Eventually, even Liza gave in and had herself a few, but not nearly as many as her sisters. The sisters ate quickly and ate everything. Their mother stuck to apple slices and occasionally a bit of brie. All the while, her slender hard edged face remained frozen in constant consternation.
The look of judgement went unnoticed by Ariel and her sisters, especially Dana who didn’t even wait for the platter to be completely finished before she was already off to the pantry to look for the next thing.
“Are you kidding?” scoffed Wendy.
“You’re looking for more food? You’re all going to ruin your appetites for dinner.”
Ariel just wagged a pita chip loaded with hummus at her mother.
“Mom, if you didn’t want us to eat, why did you make this whole platter?”
“Yeah, with the like four kinds of crackers and chips,” chimed in Sophie.
“I was being nice, and welcoming.”
“And you didn’t expect us to eat it all?” asked Ariel.
“I expected my daughters to show a little restraint.”
Liz just kept her mouth shut, metaphorically, as she nibbled on another another carrot.
Ariel just rolled her eyes.
“And then what? We’d just throw away the rest.”
“Yes. We’d do the tasteful and sensible thing.”
“Realy, mom? So wasteful. What about all the starving kids in Africa?” asked Ariel with her tone laced with heavy sarcasm.
“I don’t care. I care about my daughters acting like a bunch of piggies.”
“Not all of us are acting like piggies,” muttered Liz under her breath, a comment that went unheard by the others as Ariel slammed her hands on the kitchen island and began to shout.
“Get off our backs, mom. Face it, you’ve raised a bunch of stone cold hotties- mostly, and we can afford to eat a little bit of cheese and crackers.
That’s when Dana came waltzing back in with a brand new package of double stuffed Oreos.
“I’ve got the good snacks!” she cheered, and her sisters responded with excited squeals of their own.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Cookies?”
“Double stuffed Oreos!” shouted Sophie as she clapped and bounced on her seat.
“Calories, tons of wasted wasted calories. I don’t know why I even bought those.”
“Because Sophie was whining about wanting them,” chuckled Liz, another comment that didn’t get a reaction because everyone was too busy focusing on the cookies.
“Get off my case, mom. I’ve been going through a tough time lately. I need this.”
“Tough times lead to tubby tummies if you’re not careful,” chided Wendy as she poked her finger into Dana’s pudgy belly.
The room went silent and the air was thick with awkwardness until Dana plucked and Oreo out of the package and defiantly bit into it.
“Well, you know what? I’m going to eat some damn cookies and enjoy myself,” she said before finishing off the cookie with her second bite.
“Fine, but I don’t have to watch this. Try not to spoil your appetites for dinner, though the way you’re eating today, I doubt that’s possible.”
And then Wendy stormed out of the room and left her daughters to devour the cookies.
Three of them did while Liz just helped herself to a pair of them and then leaned back and watched her sisters pigging out.
Later, after eating plenty of cookies and chasing them with a very full glass of milk (an satisfying 2%), Ariel slipped outside to sneak a cigarette.
That’s where Liz found her.
“Still sneaking out of the house to sneak cigarettes like you’re back in high school?”
“Well, mom still hates it soooo….”
“It’s a disgusting habit.”
“And you’re a disgusting fatty.”
Liz stood there stone cold and stunned. Her hands couldn’t help but fly to her belly which was slightly smaller than it had been but still rather blubbery. The words had come so fast, and were so brutally cutting that even though Liz was used to these kinds of comments from her family, she was still caught off guard and thoroughly wounded.
But then…
Liz looked at the way Ariel’s own belly stood out and pushed against the blouse that was designed to be flattering. It was bloated from all the potato chips, and cheese, and crackers, and especially the cookies among other things. She couldn’t help but smile as she reflected on all that Ariel had eaten while she was the sister who showed restraint, control. It was nice to have the shoe be on the other foot for once, and Liz couldn’t help but get a little of her own back.
“You did really did eat like a little piggy back there.”
Ariel just scoffed.
“You’d know something about being a piggy, right Lardo?”
“I guess I would. I suppose I do know how to spot a piggy when I see one. Takes one to know one, right?”
“Shut up.”
“I’m just saying, sis. You might want to be careful,” teased Liz as she tauntingly tapped Ariel’s bloated tummy.
Ariel smacked her chubby hand away.
“Come off it, Liz. It’s just bloating. Everybody gets bloated. It’s normal.”
“Sure. Of course. I’m sorry.”
Liz turned to waddle away, but she couldn’t resist one last parting jab.
“I’m just saying. Be careful. I know how easy it is to slip and become a real piggy. And you wouldn’t want to be a big fat fatty like me, right?”
Ariel didn’t even watch Liz waddle away. She just stared off into the distance and bitterly smoked her cigarette, then a second before she decided it was finally time to come back inside.
Be careful? Be careful?!?! What a ludicrous idea coming from Liz, that fatty- that pig. Ariel didn’t need to be careful. She was perfect, flawless. She wasn’t going to stand for any critique about her figure, especially from someone as large as Lardo. No fat ass loser was going to tell her what to do. And if Liz was going to lecture her about needing to be careful, she was going to show her how little care she had for Lardo and her lectures. She was going to make a point of stuffing herself in front of Liz just to show her that she could.
Ariel suddenly couldn’t wait for dinner.
