Jessie enters the kitchen with a few groceries. Emma is in the kitchen putting some dishes away.
"Hey Emma! Guess what I picked up for ya..." she sing-songs, tossing over a box of Pringlets, her favorite chip.
"Aaah Pringlets! Thank you thank you thank-" she pauses after turning over the label. "You did not," she gives Jessie a death stare.
"What? Did not what?"
Emma looks at her in disbelief and holds up the box. "No Sodium?! How could you!"
Jessie is still confused. "But I thought that's what you wanted."
"I said LOW sodium. No sodium is like eating paper cardboard, except paper cardboard's tastier." She pauses, furrowing her eyebrows. "Not that I would know or anything..."
Jessie lowers her head to shield her smirk.
"But anyway, I canNOT eat Pringlets without sodium! It's against the law."
Jessie continues to put away groceries. "So? I dunno...just...dash a little bit of salt on 'em and you're good to go."
"But it's not the same. Salt and sodium might both start with the same letter but they are two completely different things."
Jessie looks taken aback. "Well! I had no idea this was gonna turn into some sort of science lesson. Too bad the words 'no' and 'low' sound the same."
Emma sighs. "It's a known fact that table salt doesn't stay on a chip like it should. And I specifically texted 'L-O-W sodium, which I believe spells LOW sodium."
"Texted?" Jessie mutters to herself and turns a little red, her eyes getting a little big. She didn't think to check for any texts while she was shopping.
"Wellwhat are ya ragging on me for, woman? Excuse me if that was the last box they had and cashier Marge was too busy getting someone to mop aisle four! I doubt she had Pringlets on her mind."
Emma looks down at the table and throws her hands up. "That's impossible! They know Pringlets is my favorite chip and I specifically told them to never run out. Maybe I should send Bertram out next time for some Pringlets. Maybe he'll be able to read labels unlike SOME people who shall remain unnamed."
"If Pringlets are that important to you, why don't you just go to the store and get them yourself?"
"Because girls like me do NOT belong in the supermarket!"
"Ugh!"
"Ugh!" Both girls throw their hands up and scoff, departing in different directions. Moments after, Jessie re-enters the kitchen and retrieves her phone, anxiously pulling up Emma's text message.
"Oops. She did text me low sodium. Even I can't stand unsalted Pringlets," she says out loud to herself then re-exits.