[Chrissy has to finish off the bite that's already in her mouth before she grabs one of the tacos. It smells delicious, and she takes a small bite. Tongue isn't...what she expected, actually. It's a lot better. She makes a soft mmm sound as she eats her first bite, then devours the rest in two more.]

Yeah, it's really worth it. And you know what? It's even better because if I hadn't met you, I never would've tried anything like this.

[Needless to say, she won't be going back to Taco Bell ever again. She isn't much for conversation after that point, alternating between stuffing her face with tapas and drinking her Coke. She even flags down the waitress to bring her another can, because indulging isn't something she feels guilty about anymore.

They spend the rest of their meal idly chatting and laughing, Chrissy eating so much that she has to slouch down in the booth and press her hands over her stomach once she finishes. There's a couple of bites left on her plate though, and she eyes them because she wants them. Except there's one thing she's interested in trying.]

Do you think they have hot sauce here?