...well, it's an 8-slice toaster. She might as well make 8. That was efficiency, right?
Jennifer placed four more Pop-Tarts in the toaster and hit the bar. The room was shortly filled with the scent of S'mores, and her stomach reflexively growled. She'd need a snack while she waited on her Pop-Tarts. Unfortunately, she had very little snack foods, given her diet.
She found a pint of Ice Cream in the freezer, which she had no recollection of buying, but she wasn't gonna say no to ice cream. Especially Double Chocolate. She tore off the lid and grabbed the nearest spoon. She scooped the ice cream into her mouth, the rich taste of chocolate coating her taste buds. She audibly moaned as the ice cream went down her throat, and blushed profusely, hoping nobody heard her.
She kept eating the ice cream, polishing it off the pint before the Pop-Tarts were finished. By the time they were popped, she was still starving. She grabbed them and ate them in four massive bites each, ignoring her burnt fingers.
She stuffed all 8 Pop-Tarts into her mouth, Hoping that plus the ice cream would be enough to sate her appetite. However, her stomach growled even more, and she didn't have time to make more food. She rushed out to the car, not noticing her tightened uniform and the slight jiggle of a brand new belly.