Sunday Breakfast , May 15, 2011

[chef_denise]

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[brands]

[Fang leans on over Lightning's plate and snags a piece of sausage with her fork. Of course she doesn't ask. She looks just as out of place, but doesn't seem to notice, or care. Food acquired, she leans back in her chair and skims over the menu while she chews.]

Heh. Can you be homesick when you've got no home to go back to? [She grins, flippant, but it doesn't reach her eyes.]

[brands]

[Fang finishes the meat in record time, and moves on to a bowl of fruit.] That too. So whaddya say? You homesick? I think our cook wants an answer.

[She crosses one leg over the other, observing the people milling about the cafe with an idle interest.]