From the latest Iron Age:
Quote: "You've ruined me for life," Nene complained from the couch in the living room. "Not only am I going to gain ten pounds after this, I'll never be able to enjoy a normal hamburger ever again."
"Oh, do -not- start with the 'oh no I'm getting fat' stuff again," Linna told her from the loveseat opposite. "I've seen you eat an entire birthday cake and get away with it. Russian genes. Speaking as a fitness instructor who fights a constant battle against cellulite, it -disgusts- me."
Nene stuck her tongue out. Priss slumped into an armchair with another beer and snorted. "Yeah, Russian genes," she said. "That means she's a ticking time bomb. The second she hits 35? -Boom.- Beware of Neo-Soviet expansionism."
"No way!" Nene protested.
Priss gave her young colleague a wicked grin. "Tick. Tick. Tick."
"My mom's 42 and she still looks just fine, thank you."
"In Soviet Russia, cake eats -you,-" Priss went on remorselessly.
"Shut uuuup."