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"Where did it come from, yours?" Giselle retorts, holding the box tightly. Getting tighter because Ursula doesn't easily give up. "Besides, since when do you like chocolate? You're just a potato girl, Sula."

"No!" Ursula continues to chase Giselle, not wanting all the contents of the box to end up in Giselle's stomach. Her friend and chocolate are a pair that is not easily separated. "I like Olive's homemade chocolate."

"I still have three more boxes, Sula." Jane intervenes, bringing a box similar to Giselle's because she's sure Giselle just wants to tease Sula. As proof, Giselle makes a silly face shortly after Ursula stops her chasing action.

"You're really stingy, Giselle." Ursula tosses her red hair, wiping her slightly wet forehead. "Which part is mine?" The girl's eyes gaze at each box that Jane brought.

"Yours is the pink one, Sula. Giselle's is white, and Harvey's is red. I made an equal amount. So don't act like kids fighting over candy."