[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Flight AA 296
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	[color=D5FF00]"I've never been. I don't really know what there is to do there,"[/color] Mali admitted, pulling her leg out of the aisle. If she was being completely honest, she didn't really know much about a majority of the country, especially outside of the East Coast and New England. Sure she could probably rattle off most major historical events that was taught in public school, but that knowledge didn't transfer to any sort of cultural familiarity. Then again, such familiarity would only really extend to those who traveled a lot, which was a relatively small group of people.

	[color=D5FF00]"If it were Boston, sure I'd be able to come up with a whole laundry list of things to do, but Chicago? No clue."[/color] The chicken salad was a salad with chicken in it alright. There were limits to how good or bad it could be. Even if this were a high class restaurant and not an airplane meal, it would be mostly the same. A bunch of lettuce with some other vegetables and chicken mixed in. The variety of mix ins and quality of ingredients would vary, but assuming a minimum of competence the experience would be more or less the same, which was fine by her.