It was time for twinkie number three. Looking at Lexie you'd think she had five twinkies stuffed in there the way her cheeks puffed out. If she wanted to win, she'd have to either play dirty or spawn another mouth. However, she'd hold out hope. At least until Twinkie number five.
Taking up the third twinkie she waved it at Sam with a waggle of her brows before rather neatly shoving it into her mouth with a creamy-filling laced grin. She knew, confidently she could fit one more twinkie in. Beyond that? Well, she'd have to hope that Sam started to gag. If he gagged she'd win. Gag, Sam! Gag!