Bad Thang. Fine As Hell. Thick As Fuck.

“Oh come onnnn, don’t make me look like a pig by myself,” she teased with a smile. “If they delivered, I’d… well, I’d probably still cook, but less often. Cooking is like therapy for me, I’m always in the kitchen. Let me find out I need to start sending plates over,” she chuckled.

"Oh don't worry. I'm gonna demolish all that I have on my plate. I'm just gonna take some to go." She finished off her first taco, licking over her lips before she started on her chicken quesadilla. "I don't like cooking but I'll do it because I don't wanna be hungry. I'll definitely take those plates if you're really going to send them over."

“I’ve never had a real caramel apple, just the lollipop ones. Wait, let me try, let me try.” Picking up a taco from her own plate, Celeste bit into it and let her eyes roll back dramatically. “This is… so good. I’m about to order ten more,” she said between chewing, taking another bite.

"I shall not be a fatty tonight..well I might take some to go." She took another bite of her taco before taking a sip of her daiquiri. "I wish they delivered. This would be my go to whenever I don't feel like cooking. That's like 95% of the time."

“Who eats granny smith apples? Aren’t those the green ones? Those things are bitter as hell. I’d rather take some watermelon and grapes.” Looking up as the food was placed in front of them, Celeste covered her mouth with her hands and stared at her plate as if it was sent from heaven.

"Yes grannysmith apples. With some caramel? Heaven. Like this food right here." She thanked the waiter and said a small prayer before picking up a taco, taking a bite. "My lord...the foodgasm I'm having right now. What is life?"

“Who cares about cellulite? I think you look great.” Laughing a bit, she sat back and pretended to think. “What’s wrong with kale?! When’s your birthday? Because I know exactly what I’m getting you.”

"Thanks. That means a lot and stuff. My birthday is March 11th-- please don't get me anything kale related. I can't stand the stuff. I'd rather have a grannysmith apple if anything."

“Oh my god, same. I spend more money on food than… anything. All I do is cook, and snack.” Furrowing her eyebrows, Celeste leaned forward over the table, giving Yessi a confused look. “You HATE that? You hate that your food goes to your–. You could always share.”

"Look it's nice having ass and thighs but it's not cute when you have cellulite to go with it. I don't even like exercising. That's for people who drink kale." Yessenia's face scrunches up as she made a face.

Her jaw dropped as she listened to Yessi order, waiting until she was done to chime in. “I’ll take the same thing, minus the daiquiri.” Laughing, she shook her head, “I didn’t expect you to order all that. Where does it even go?”

"I always eat this much. It's natural for me." She tapped one manicured nail against her chin. "Which probably explains why I run out of food so fast. It all goes to my thighs and ass, which I hate because I'll have to do squats and lunges to keep it all in check."

CELESTE GETTING HER PUSSY ATE AND EATING TACOS AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.

GET OUTTA HERE YESSI WOW WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BONDING..

I SEE NO DENIAL IN SIGHT