Potato chips sounded reasonably self-explanatory, and when the other woman opened the noisy bag, what Mulan saw inside thankfully looked like what she expected from the description given. So that was a plus.
She accepted the morsel gingerly, examining it briefly before making it a point to meet the clerk's eyes for a nod of thanks, then placed the thing in her mouth. The first crack of thought that shot through her brain was salt.
"Hn." She made a noise in the back of her throat, somewhere between forced acceptance and surprise. One of Mulan's eyes had closed involuntarily. "It's..." Speaking around it, the shock of it started to dissolve into a more mild, satisfying note. Mulan willed her tongue to move so she could crunch the thing between her teeth, and found the texture more pleasurable than the taste itself.