Eyes still out the window, Jeannie's listening. At the mention of "snacks" and the crinkle of the bag, she puts her hand out nonchalantly. It isn't until it's passed to her that she actually looks down at the bag, and even more alarming, sees what's in it.
The bag and its contents go flying with a squeal, raining everyone in orange cheese-flavored cornmeal snacks, including Jeannie. With the same level of distress most would give to bugs on their person, she shakes them off and climbs up on the seat as far as she can. The Cheetos disappear from sight, though they still crunch underfoot.
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