Jessica leaned over to peer at the box that Cho had selected. She made a similarly disgusted face and returned her box of ice-mice to the shelf. "Thanks," she said, "though we better start doing badly soon, I don't think my ego could stand to get any bigger."
She flashed Cho a grin and edged down the aisle toward a brightly colored display. "Don't tell anyone," she said in a conspiratorial whisper, "but I can't wait for the season to end. I'm going to sleep for a week."