The green VW bug was almost overflowing with passengers and fast food containers. Paper bags from In and Out, plastic sacks form Taco Bell, drink carriers, and a lone Subway sack floated around the cramped space, filling the air with the overpowering smell of fried potato and ground beef. Irea had claimed a sub and was proceeding to demolish it as while they sat in the University's parking lot.
"So," she managed, around a mouthfull of food, "how do we go about finding we're this Fetch is? Just show a picture and say we're family visitng, but can't get in touch? That we're stalking him and desperately want to know where he lives? Heh, maybe we could bribe someone with food."