"You're such a pig, Nene," Linna noted as the young redhead sat down with what was probably her fifth plate off the all-you-can-eat buffet.
"What? I'm still hungry," Nene responded, digging in as Priss snickered and Sylia just watched the three as she worked on her sirloin.
"Yeah, but you eat more than a horse and you're still this tiny little thing. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was all going to your bust," Linna retorted.
Priss rolled her eyes. "Well, eventually it'll catch up with her and little Nene will become big momma Nene."
"Very funny, Priss. I'll....have you know....I get a.....perfect workout.....on the job. Sylia even......had to adjust the....parameters....when we built my second....suit. I was.....too small to fit it snugly," the policewoman said between bites.
Priss blinked, giving the older woman an inquisitive look which Sylia returned with a nod. "It's true. Her measurements are notably smaller than the ones I remember from back in Tokyo. Her suit she initially worked in is the same."
"Huh. Superheroing as a diet? I'd never have believed it," Linna said, looking thoughtful. "I mean, genetics can only account for so much..."
"Yeah, but we dun have...those....anymore...." Nene said, trailing off as her eyes defocused in thought, before snapping back and going wide.
"Nene? Earth to Nene?" Priss poked, flicking her hair with a finger and getting a slightly startled reaction.
"We don't have genetics anymore."
"Uh..huh?"
"No, seriously, we don't have genes. We're not organic. We're -33S models, right? And who wants a dream girl that gets fat if she doesn't watch her weight?" Nene pointed out.
"A health inspector?" Priss joked, as Linna looked at the other girl oddly and Sylia's eyes reflected a degree of amusement that her calm face didn't, merely out of habit.
"No, seriously. We don't need to eat, in a pinch. The internal systems run off raw materials. Excess material is just recycled and stored, or burned for energy," she said. "And in a machine, more fuel is a good thing. The only reason not to eat more is if you aren't hungry. We can't gain more than the ounce amounts of the food we're eating. We'll never put on another inch!"
Linna's eyes went wide as Priss stared for a moment before chuckling. "You're putting Linna out of a job, Nene. That's just rude."
"Forget a job, I'm getting another steak," Linna noted, getting up and making a beeline for the meat bar. Sylia just chuckled slightly as Priss burst out laughing in companionship to Nene's giggling.
***
"I'm stuffed," Linna moaned, leaning back in her chair. Nene eyed her in slight wonder. "I didn't know anyone could eat that much..." she said in a small voice. Priss was similarly amazed, having filled herself five plates before Nene and seven before Linna.
"I probably never will again," Linna snickered. "But just this once....I think it'll do. If I'd eaten that much before, I'd have had to excercise morning and night every day for a week to burn it off."
"Just wait till I introduce you to true Russian cake," Nene noted with a slight grin.
"Evil girl. You're going to ruin me on common foods," Linna accused.
"Well, yeah. I'd say misery loves company, but you'll be anything but miserable once you try Grandmama Romanova's Quintuple Chocolate Layer Cake," Nene grinned.
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
"What? I'm still hungry," Nene responded, digging in as Priss snickered and Sylia just watched the three as she worked on her sirloin.
"Yeah, but you eat more than a horse and you're still this tiny little thing. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was all going to your bust," Linna retorted.
Priss rolled her eyes. "Well, eventually it'll catch up with her and little Nene will become big momma Nene."
"Very funny, Priss. I'll....have you know....I get a.....perfect workout.....on the job. Sylia even......had to adjust the....parameters....when we built my second....suit. I was.....too small to fit it snugly," the policewoman said between bites.
Priss blinked, giving the older woman an inquisitive look which Sylia returned with a nod. "It's true. Her measurements are notably smaller than the ones I remember from back in Tokyo. Her suit she initially worked in is the same."
"Huh. Superheroing as a diet? I'd never have believed it," Linna said, looking thoughtful. "I mean, genetics can only account for so much..."
"Yeah, but we dun have...those....anymore...." Nene said, trailing off as her eyes defocused in thought, before snapping back and going wide.
"Nene? Earth to Nene?" Priss poked, flicking her hair with a finger and getting a slightly startled reaction.
"We don't have genetics anymore."
"Uh..huh?"
"No, seriously, we don't have genes. We're not organic. We're -33S models, right? And who wants a dream girl that gets fat if she doesn't watch her weight?" Nene pointed out.
"A health inspector?" Priss joked, as Linna looked at the other girl oddly and Sylia's eyes reflected a degree of amusement that her calm face didn't, merely out of habit.
"No, seriously. We don't need to eat, in a pinch. The internal systems run off raw materials. Excess material is just recycled and stored, or burned for energy," she said. "And in a machine, more fuel is a good thing. The only reason not to eat more is if you aren't hungry. We can't gain more than the ounce amounts of the food we're eating. We'll never put on another inch!"
Linna's eyes went wide as Priss stared for a moment before chuckling. "You're putting Linna out of a job, Nene. That's just rude."
"Forget a job, I'm getting another steak," Linna noted, getting up and making a beeline for the meat bar. Sylia just chuckled slightly as Priss burst out laughing in companionship to Nene's giggling.
***
"I'm stuffed," Linna moaned, leaning back in her chair. Nene eyed her in slight wonder. "I didn't know anyone could eat that much..." she said in a small voice. Priss was similarly amazed, having filled herself five plates before Nene and seven before Linna.
"I probably never will again," Linna snickered. "But just this once....I think it'll do. If I'd eaten that much before, I'd have had to excercise morning and night every day for a week to burn it off."
"Just wait till I introduce you to true Russian cake," Nene noted with a slight grin.
"Evil girl. You're going to ruin me on common foods," Linna accused.
"Well, yeah. I'd say misery loves company, but you'll be anything but miserable once you try Grandmama Romanova's Quintuple Chocolate Layer Cake," Nene grinned.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."