"Sigh," Ari huffed as she removed her shoes and placed them next to the door of her cozy home, "today has been so exhausting! I just want some time to at least eat. Let's see, what can I make real fast so I will have time to do everything else I have planned for tonight? Ah I know these will go nice with some of this!" She smirks as she grabs a bag of frozen fries and a bottle of thick creamy delicious Heinz tomato ketchup. "O yea it's about to go down." She eyes the bottle of her most precious of condiments before setting it on the table and turning on her oven. The anxiety of impatience starts to build within her as she stares at the fries crisping in their warm baking tray. Finally the sound of a kitchen timer goes off and she jumps with excitement, grabbing her ketchup in one hand and an oven mitt in another. She doesn't even bother to take the fries out of the pan, instead she stands over the scolding hot potato slivers with a diabolical grin. Her eyes flash over the bottle of tomato sauce and she licks her lips. "You ready? Ima bout to slap that ass so hard you are gunna wish you were made by Frenchies instead." She growls out menacingly, holding the bottle above her head over the fries. She forces her hand to smack the bottom of the jar with a hard blow and ketchup squirts with force down and out all over the fries. The sight drives her mad and she quickly begins to lick every last fry clean before devouring them. Her face is covered in the red gooey dressing and she begins to feverishly clean every inch of her mouth with her tongue before moving on to lick whatever remnants were on her fingers, she dare not waste any of it, it was far to precious. She slunked into a kitchen chair and belched loudly, the stench of which left her craving more and she pinches the bridge of her nose. "No more." She huffs out with exhaustion. "I have to much to get done, we will have to do this later." She murmurs longingly as she traces her finger around the ketchups bottles label. "I'll be back for you soon." She grins leaving the bottle sitting alone on the table waiting anxiously for her to return.