Everything was pulled apart before eating, all into smaller bites that could be eaten with fingers. What were utensils again? She never really had need for them herself, unless it was a butterknife to smear things on toast.

"They'd really like this place then, I'd imagine," so much food. One had asked if there was a mexican resteruant or something in the city, well there was an answer to that now. "You could take a menu home from here to show them."

Why? Why not.