Inuyasha's eyes were wide, but his mouth was wider. He had never seen anything quite like it. Kagome held the lovely petal-like object aloft, and the sun beamed down upon and through it. It was familiar and yet new, not as translucent as he expected it to be, yet its golden hue and wavy texture were alluring, enticing, demanding of every bit of his otherwise easily-distracted attention. No, she would not let him touch it, but he could tell as she held it before him that it was a treasure to be obtained at any price. Its rich smell alone was worth whatever she might ask. Even what she was asking: that he stop fighting with Sesshoumaru long enough to find out where Naraku was hiding.
As he said the magic words, "All right, dammit," fangs dripping with anticipatory saliva, she let the prize fall and he snapped it up and devoured it in his powerful jaws. It was as perfect as he imagined it would be! Greasy, salty, and so incredibly crunchy! "More," he growled.
Kagome giggled and tossed the bag of rippled potato chips at her greedy hanyou companion. "You'd better keep your word," she warned, but her voice was drowned out by his ferocious munching of mouthful after mouthful, until every crumb was consumed.