Futureknight universe. A bistro in Paris. A girl day and goodbye.

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Brenda dug through the amazing amount of tissue paper that the tiny pink shopping bag held, then held aloft the lovely bra that she'd bought at the last shop they'd hit before stopping to eat. "Is it me, or are we just too big for most of what's available? I mean... I never realized that there were lady's sizes below zero before."

Her eyes flicked toward a floating paparazzi camera and then rolled as she folded the garment and put it away. "I know for a fact that I'm not fat."

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Brenda nodded, then called the waiter over and gave their order in great detail.

The poor man looked surprised, then horrified, then apologetic as he replied.

Brenda retorted peremptorily, informing him that she knew perfectly well how many calories would be in such a dish and that she also was not afraid of gaining a few ounces. Did he want her business or not?

Cowed, he hurried inside so quickly that he forgot their dishes.

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Good grief," Helena muttered. "These people act like food's going to kill them."

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"A lot of them are convinced that if they eat more than a certain amount of calories in a day it will." She gave a near-Bat glare into space. "Anorexia is almost a recognized hobby now. They'll do anything to keep up that immature look."

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

Shock could not be more plainly written on Helena's face. "Don't they realize... I mean, they're killing themselves!"

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"I don't think enough has happened yet to call that to their minds. The fashion's only a little over a year old. It started when everyone noticed the oldest Rothschild daughter didn't seem to be growing up and she publicly announced that she'd had implants to keep her body from maturing."

[bat-daughter.livejournal.com]

"That's... that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."