MCA #5, Late Tuesday Morning

Sarah had no recollection of at any point during her stay in London having neither bought nor packed what was most aptly described as a small mountain of bags of crisps. And yet here they were, tumbling out of the bag she hadn't really bothered to unpack until now.

Considering how many of them seemed to be in particularly hot flavours, she suspected Alex had something to do with it.

But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, she grabbed a few of the small bags and slumped onto her couch with them. Maybe she could find something mindless to marathon and put her newly-found snacks to some good use.

[ooc: Semi-method RP ftw. Open, sure sure, entertain me in these here in-between days.]