"Not the chicken," it wasn't bad it just wasn't good. It was the default. She'd lived long enough on plain protein mush so she knew what it meant to only eat for fuel.

"Anything Carlos made. And there are usually cookies." She had a sweet tooth that she wasn't supposed to indulge but Sam didn't seem to care and Simon wasn't here to complain. Since it was a day when they had learned to anticipate arrivals in the cafe was a buffet of sorts, as well as coffee, tea, and an open bar.