Molly arched an eyebrow at that. She hadn't known anyone knew what she'd been doing with the Fomor, outside of the people she trusted in Chicago. Her wall of bitch crumbled a bit.

"Yeah, he has a real fondness for it and because of that, I've stayed away as much as I could from the chicken." She didn't think anything was drugged, but that didn't mean there wasn't something else in it. It might be just that that is all he knew how to make. Molly totally got that since she couldn't cook worth shit. She was just suspicious by nature, especially lately.

"And I've no clue how that works for a vegetarian. I guess they're shit out of luck or maybe there's enough for them. I've noticed that when I want a greasy hamburger and fries, someone is nice enough to make it for me." She made a face, "or at least I'm assuming it's hamburger, maybe I don't want to know."