"Well, at least you're doing good things with your skills," Chelsea said as the waitress took her plate. "I bet they really appreciate the home cookin'." It made Chelsea feel a little guilty. She wasn't doing anything nice like that, although she'd given a church a discount on bus repair a couple of weeks ago. "I do wish my stomach was a bit smaller, though. I could eat a horse and still be hungry." She flexed her bicep, showing off a little. "On the plus side, I got muscles like woah," she said with a laugh.