"Yeah, that's what I meant." Viola says. Trust a Cahalith to put it into better and prettier words.
With the two of them waiting for their food, and the reactions of the rest of the patrons, their food is offered quick. Viola knows that everyone in here's hoping that they take their food and leave. But. Fuck that.
Viola leads them to a table, sits unwraps her pita and takes a healthy bite. Snagging one of the pops. She doesn't even care which one it is. It's all just a fizzy drink to her.
It's been a while, we should probably wind down -- that is, if you want