[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Road to Grimm (McDonalds)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Mali sat back and contemplated what she was going to eat. It'd been quite some time since she'd eaten at McDonald's, so she wasn't entirely sure what was it that they had, but it was probably safe to assume they hadn't gotten rid of any of the "classics" on their menu. They had a grilled chicken sandwich didn't they? She was probably going to end up defaulting to that, but it couldn't hurt to go over other potential options before going the safe route.

	Anything fried was immediately out of the question. Potatoes, chicken, onions, fries, didn't matter what was being fried, she wasn't going to go down that road. Likewise, she wasn't going to get any dessert options. If she was going to get a burger of some kind, it'd be best to maximize the meat-to-bun ratio, but the issue would be that the burger would have a shit ton of fat too. Any fancy, specialty burgers would probably be smothered in some kind of special sauce that would just compound those issues further. Going along those lines, a double quarter pounder would be best.  But did she actually want this? It was around this point in her thought process that she realized it was her time to order.

	[color=D5FF00]"Oh, um. Could I get two of your grilled chicken sandwiches. Just the sandwiches. And a cup of water."[/color] Put on the spot, the boring option won out from force of habit.  Perhaps in greater quantities than she'd planned, but Mali had a feeling a single grilled chicken sandwich wouldn't have quite enough substance for one meal. And if by chance it was, she could just save the second for later. Maybe dinner or lunch tomorrow. The idea of leftover McDs wasn't the most appealing, but after years of forcing herself to eat far less appealing food items in the name of results, she wasn't too worried about it.